Lyrical Philosophy

How we learn to hate

I find myself here today

Descartes, bless his heart, neglected art

(the feeling)

Imagined at the doors of perception

Language is the sound of civilization

You don’t know who you touched

We find what we need along the way

Sometimes lost is waiting to be found

(the dead reckoning)

In one, the other

Truth Can Be a Wispy Thing to Hold

A tree grows as it should

Pay attention when the monkey laughs

Some things are forever

Doing nothing is a choice

There are so many paths to tomorrow

The space between the beginning and the end

Finding music and movement in every moment

Only together are we whole