What moment am I escaping?
Which moment am I rushing toward?
What ship am I disembarking?
Which train am I climbing aboard?
Whatever it is, for the moment,
I am seeking my g-od and my lord.
But, no sweat, it will always be alone
unless you and I find a chord that is a part
of a metaphysical song which over all of us
has been graciously poured, like the blood of the Lamb;
like an enchanting word that will be for all of us
the way, the tao, the holy, the how, the zen,
the listening, the listening, the listening
for an eternal voice from some distant, silent shore.