To hold hold a pic in the minds of men to get to soul…
To get to Truth…

To chisel away at the Rock of Ages
Containing the living Beauty within

To crack the nut of Life
Of mine and of yours

I guess I don’t care how dirty
I get in the process
If trouble is what it takes
to get to the Center
Then I am an advocate for trouble
If chaos has to be entered into
In order to find order
Then you will find me there
Hanging by a single thread
Over the abyss…

I may be a sensitive
In the light of day
But there is much to life
that needs the inner goods
And I guess I was born to this work

I am coming back
with a piece of Eternity
A chunk of World Soul
that time and again
Gets forgotten
by the puppet world

Oh I know the game
I’m no different than you
You will find me well dressed
In my Sunday best
Gorging on this mock up life
(You know , we want and we want
But we don’t know
what we really want)
So we buy it all and we buy it up
But there’s never enough
of this puppet stuff

I’ve had my fill of what cannot fulfill
So weary as I am
and nearing “the end”
I’m going in one more time
I’m heading in for the Immortal Soul
The One with whom I fell
Deeply and eternally in love
The One who partnered
with Eros himself
And birthed the child called Joy

This is how the story goes
Such love cannot be bought or sold
Such joy cannot be measured

When I die my fellow man
I pray I will walk hand in hand
With my authentic Soul
And with my last breath
Thank God for the true life I led!

ESB
from “The House of Gathering”