Every moment alone has a siren

That calls to the silence within,

Come leave what is precious enchantment, your soul.

Come run to unholy abandon.

Your Christ is a vision uncertain.

The senses are the only thing sure.

What world would enrich now your presence?

Which dream leave you orphaned and poor?

You know what is clear proper knowledge.

You’ve seen all the black and the white.

You have what you need and need dare not concede

To the testament of a flickering light.

Embrace what is clearly before you.

Bow down to that altar so bold.

Forget what you cannot approach without feeling

The magic of its wondrous hold.

The pain and the suffering will wait there

In the shadow of thousands of days

Where the present will beckon our homage

With the promise that our pleasure stays.

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The yeses and the no’s float merrily by

As I try me each day more to live than to die

While with the thought of the good and the evil I vie

In a relative personal way.

The circles turn quickly around God, you and me

And the glimpses of faith, hope and charity

As I try with my best the whole picture to see

While my senses cling close here today.

What ‘yes’ may bring pain undesired?

What ‘no’ keep me too much here mired?

How come me to choose more inspired?

That life will more linger and stay.

Ah, therein lies the dilemma not moot;

What life and what death does me suit?

As the yeses and the no’s I recruit

From the center while the edges I fray;

In pleasures too blind for the journey,

In journeys too distant and wide,

In battles too close to the struggle within

That I cannot in clarity decide.

So living and dying keep passing

And God keeps on being everlasting

While my self I am forging and casting

By the yeses and the no’s that I try.

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It is the silence and the solitude that would turn my inside out,

When I look to comfort elsewhere in something I can surmount.

Yes, the journey is unsettling when there’s nothing there for me,

And I run to senses comfort, in what I hear and what I see.

Then my death is less outstanding in a world in my control,

And I find pleasure more in my body and in the world than with my soul.

But the lifespan of the former is mere measured minutes mine

While the soul is taking pictures for eternal time rewind.

So we play the circle daily in and out and round and round

Till we realize in earnest we are hell or heaven bound,

Where this world must be a memory and no one accompany

But the silence and the solitude in the soul that will be me.

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