Whether or not Jesus really rose
Is It’s business, not mine
I’m here to hang out with
Sages, scholars, scientists, students
Who share sources
The smartest seem to agree
Certainty is the enemy
Pretending to know unknowable things
To sell a story of hierarchy
About why I’ve gotta be he or she
Or whatever power-hungry binary
Is cheap and ugly
I’m sticking with
The twin irrefutable truths
Immortality and impermanence
I rose from rocks
The most ancient, patient animals I know
I will return to them happily
The person I was
When I started writing this
Has already rejoined eternity
I’m excited to meet the creature I’ll be
In the next breath and the next
For however many are given to me
Born over and over again
My healing heart ever wider open
Jesus, Zeus, HaShem, Allah, Zen
A cool crew of eternal friends
Offering their hands
See you in the thens
(The pics are from a recent weekend wander around Yosemite, paired it with a take on Tides recorded in Redding a couple years ago. I happened to end the Yosemite set with Tides too, so yay sweet synchronicity)
