No Outside

I am thinking of Leonard Cohen as I hear this. “Remember when I moved in you, and the holy doves were moving to, and the angels up above sang Hallejujah.”

A lovely germ of a song, or is it the whole song?

I got dem ol postcartesian metaphysical west coast homes [sic] blues:

In Christ there is no east or west There is no north or south There’s no up or down, no left nor right There is nothing inside or outside

In Christ there is no boss or slave There is no day, there is no night There’s no work, no play, no go away There is no one inside or outside

In Christ there is no straight or gay There is no shame, there is no pride There’s no black or white nor puerto rican There’s no man, there’s no woman, no child

In Christ there is no in the past There is no once or future time There is only now, there’s a way somehow There is nowhen inside or outside

In Christ there is no major scale There is no capo and no slide There’s no syncopation played too square There is no way to play too outside

In Christ there is no earth or air There is no water, there’s no fire There’s no sky nor sea, no you, no me There is nowhere inside or outside