I’m spiritual but religiously so 
There are few places I will not go
In my quest to explore
And there’s always something more
To know 
But does it show 
In my eyes, are there creases 
And when this body deceases 
What will happen to my spirit 
And will the people I love hear it
As I cross the bridge to the other side
And no one dies because life is alive 
Whether in form or not 
And you can hear the shot 
That rang out at the inception 
Of the resurrection 
Of the Christ 
We’re told that it happens twice
Once to him and once in you
As he returns through
The form you know as your own 
They call it Consciousness but I prefer the Unknown
As it rises to obscure my seeing 
And it is very freeing 
As all the chains just recoil 
Like steam on a pot to boil 
Or a kettle that is singing out 
The song that escapes its mouth 
When it is ready to click 
And the pan is non stick 
When you flip the dough
I just let it go