From the recording Miracles and Light
You will find in the Absolute
No TV and no business suits.
No call for ache and no sad lament.
And what is Now is what Heaven sent.
Try to die, I’ve got news for you:
That’s a tale like the others, too.
No shape nor color and no need for pain.
You can kiss the sky but you’ll still remain.
Don’t know why I wrote this dream.
Always known that nothing’s what it seems.
Always listened to the Voice inside.
Never had a fucking sin to hide.
So here’s my blues and my abstract truth.
They’ve been around since the Song of Ruth.
You can sing along as you unstitch your Time.
You can be my ghost and I’ll lend you rhyme.