Month: January 2024

Here are the lyrics I wrote for the hymn of the Church of Sunshine, sometime in the 1980s. I would love to have this recorded some time with a choir and organ.

Driving on in cold black rain,
Leaving back there that whole scene,
Arriving on the coastal plain,
Waves of color wash the screen.

People always rediscover,
Things of true and lasting worth.
O'er a dazzling model world I hovered,
Then opened my eyes to a transformed earth!

Tenderfoot, the L-train calls you.
Mystic veteran, come on home.
Bright reminders, yellow and blue,
Light your way where'er you roam.

Perfectly tiny, the might engine,
Of LSD, O happy race,
Helps you make a great religion,
Of weird and familiar both the base.

Here are the lyrics I wrote for a new song by Mary Jo. I’ll post a link to the music after she and the singer record it.

At the blue edge of somewhere,
At a time, who knows when?
Wise children have fun there,
And link now to then.

We are those children,
And the world is brand new,
Glist'ning with fresh morning dew.

Air begins flowing,
Cold winds start blowing,
We stand here strong and free.
Older, maybe wiser, maybe not, let's see.
Pains will test us.
How strong can we be?

Now the tears of frustration
Make it all seem so vain.
A dark tide is rising.
We're pelted by rain.

Feeling uneasy,
Not sure just what is wrong,
What were the words to our song?

Then, at the edge of the darkness,
Bright'ning begins in blue.

Someone sings,
Of worlds
Unseen,
It's clear,
We're here,
Still.

At the blue edge of somewhere,
At a time, who knows when?
Wise children have fun there,
And link now to then.

We are those children,
And the world is brand new,
Glist'ning with fresh morning dew,
Golden and shining and blue.

Early this morning, lying in bed, this thought came to me: All that we can accomplish in this life (and it is well worth accomplishing) is an approximation to the real thing which requires no accomplishing by us. Later this morning, on X, I saw a posting from Lara Buchak of this Aeon article about Kurt Gödel’s argument for an afterlife: https://aeon.co/essays/kurt-godel-his-mother-and-the-argument-for-life-after-death