It was once thought that the world was flat It is now thought that the world is round Everyone sees that sprinkling poison kills this flower But what of the magic that causes this flower to be Blues, greens, shades of demise, circle of surprise We are born, then die Thinking, thinking, feeling, smelling Forever swimming in the middle, it's a question then a riddle So as I lay down, totally immersed in the riddle of the universe The unknown still far outweighs what we can be sure about these days So we will amass all of these unknowns and label them spirit We will take all the essence and the magic connection and call them love And we will mix them in a pot with experience And put them in my heart to bake at 98.6 degrees And so I go walking, deciding, colliding Searching from moment to moment Urging this bell to ring For it makes me happy when causes are to sing As I lay here gently sleeping Love has caused spring to burst The world is turning softly In the riddle of the universe As I raise my hand in destruction As I raise my hand in tender caress As I raise my hands to sounds in the darkness It's with an understanding that I do not fully possess So let's start this religion with a question Let's start with the dreams we may have left behind Let's build a fortress of love by the river With all of the happiness that we can find