Huckabees

We are all fragments of god;
If there is such a thing
Everything’s sacred, has got
Some sacred in:
Bearded drunk man on The High –
Punches the air;
Shopping-drunk masses walk by;
He’s not even there.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

All drunk, and all of us parts –
One greater whole.
Sacred, profane with this dust,
Takes any role.
This is the sweet comedy –
We’re living in.
Lost in our own tragedies –
Missing the thing.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

Life’s to be used and enjoyed,
That’s all it is.
Journey, or tool and a toy,
Hardship and bliss.
Won’t let today slip away,
Run past my mind,
Presence is all; if I stay –
Magic I find.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

Living a series of moments-
Ordinary things.
Thousands of holy presents,
This stillness brings.
Figments and fragments of sacred –
Fall through the air.
Settling dust on a bed –
Freedom from care.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Dust settles dust in the end,
All of this crazy and beautiful life is the universe dreaming again.

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