nothing's sacred to the mind
no taboos it only finds
ways of keeping us amused
with thoughts in torrents that confuse
us with what comes and goes
the summer rains the winter snows
night stars sparkling in the sky
just molecules that grab and tie
us to what we desire
an ever burning soulless fire
seeing only cold hard matter
hearing just the endless chatter
what we believe
whom we trust
to get beyond this mind's a must
to get beyond what we've been told
to know the truth before too old
that there's a place within mind's storm
where we were when we were born
where we'll be when we pass over
in elysian fields their soft green clover
iridescent, smelling sweet
with us now each time we meet
each time we touch
each time we feel
there's more to life than mind's appeal
with every breath in every second
there's one within us all that beckons