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.


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