I’ve got my bellbottoms and tarot cards,
but I don’t presuppose the divine;
dismissing science disregards
progress and favors magical design.
And though I prefer flowers over towers,
I draw the line at prayer.
Inaction really sours
compared to deeds anywhere.
Still I enjoy a touch of Zen,
a little yoga under a leafy tree.
After all, there’s a clear correlation,
de-stress and meditation;
it requires no special plea.
As for enjoying the vegetation,
a nature devotee,
the data’s the confirmation
that this is a worthy state of mind.
I respect the earth,
to conservation I’m inclined;
preservation for future generation’s birth,
and with all beings I’m entwined.
My survival’s not unilateral,
as history substantiates,
nor dependent on the supernatural.
It’s cooperation that necessitates.
And while I love the earth, I won’t worship it.
I’d rather depend on rationalism.
I’m multifarious but not a hypocrite
even though my Buddha puts me in a peaceful state.
It’s simply symbolism,
no higher self to elucidate.
Just this hippie chick
chillin’ in my Existentialism,
no supernatural trick
Crystals and full moons—
I don’t dismiss them out of hand,
I won’t necessarily impugn
These things we don’t yet understand
I’m open to the evidence,
but I won’t believe just any tale.
There may be power in the elements,
but the scientific method I’ll avail.
And I’ll work for my fellow human,
fight injustice, and help the poor—
the humanistic acumen,
kindness the allure
because I’m an evolved member
of my hominid species.
My greed, I temper
with a social treaty
and a bit of liberalism,
rather than a divine delusion,
a healthy dose of skepticism.
I see through the illusion,
so while I may participate in protest
the notion’s not the craziest.
My behavior manifests
in an anomaly, a Bohemian atheist.