The Still Small Voice in my Heart, by Muttering Madzub, aka John Hinton

Samsara, samsara, you look for tomorrow
you can’t find your hara
you’re lost in your way
Samsara samsara, birth and death just brings sorrow
your dream is self-centered
compassion awaits

I looked for God in all the wrong places
I couldn’t see the beauty in all of her faces
God was not in the wind that destroyed the high mountains
nor the voice in the earthquake that shook earth’s foundations
God was not in the fire that burned with desire
but the still small voice in my heart

Samsara, samsara, you look for tomorrow
you can’t find your hara
you’re lost in your way
Samsara, samsara, birth and death just brings sorrow
your dream is self-centered
compassion awaits

I searched for peace and found mostly chaos
brief moments of bliss that withered in my loss
Peace was not in Demon-strations, forgiveness of sins nor in my confessions
nor the dogmatic certainties that bit me in the ass
Peace was not in religion an immoral morass
but the still small voice in my heart

Samsara, samsara, you look for tomorrow
you can’t find your hara
you’re lost in your way
Samsara samsara, birth and death just brings sorrow
your dream is self-centered
compassion awaits

I looked for love in the heavens above
In nature’s sweet splendor and in sweet woman’s love
Love was not in the books nor the bards nor believers
nor the voices of truth, the pious deceivers
Love was not in the miracles nor myths
but the still small voice in my heart

Samsara samsara, you look for tomorrow
you can’t find your hara
you’re lost in your way
Samsara samsara, birth and death just brings sorrow
your dream is self-centered
compassion awaits