Treasure Island

Daniel Lloyd Kennedy

(Dec.1948 / Lake Forest, Illinois)

Searching Inner Space


Searching now for inner space
Sure one day to find the place
What means of travel does one face
This journey from the human race

Listen sounds to tell the way
Or wait the stars to show way
Doth the soul to body say
Suppress all fears felt today

If it's thought that moves the man
Act as if your thoughts still can
God designed this travel well
So we can move through heav'n or hell

Take a trip a different kind
Open channels in your mind
Inner space you soon will find
Is god and you intertwined

The choice is yours all's been planned
You can move through thought command
Meditate and learn first hand
Your mind controls this world so grand

Submitted: Sunday, May 09, 2004

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