commitment to a human journey.
you can’t be aloof and
find ‘God’, enlightenment,
or the inner self.
the fire is found
in the deepest night;
but the hands of God
are human.
they are yours!
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you search for God
kneeling before tofu altarsof your own conveniencebut what you search forhas never been lost!cant be defined by rhetoric’s shape,cant be contained by names, sects, or creeds…& cant be bought with plastic card faith…what you search foris the spaceinside the shellthe place where the soundof the oceanabides in stillnessyou are that shell!what you search foris already…
i am nothing more
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i, the body
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mid-afternoon sleepy eyed,
dogs pray silent prayersthat passing cars bow to.and the hum of being vibratesfrom somewhere undefined within…counting canned food by threatened days,cigarettes burn on slow crosses.while still the grass turns brownas if to hide in the shadow of dirt.too early for a drink…and black coffee demands you follow.what made sense is now gibberish,shadowy friends pull unseen…
hand on the brush,
turning, and groaning,the voices of men.lone fire beneath the bridge,stir the pot slowly.shadows whisper with hunger,stars answer with silence.life laps out with flame,hearts scorched seek each other.the warmth of the bodythat clings to the soul.dreams of glass shatter,tiny shreds of light.tongues, and bare feet,the moan of night coming!