A wooden rocking chair,

the hand of the soldier,wipes crumbs fromthe face of god.forever tastes like strawberries,and sometimes you…and then is gone!what we dont know how tothink, or how to say,is spoken quite freely bythe trees in the night.what we box upand call god,falls in the face of the wind.what the wind knows, it gives!we turn away, struck dumb!

and spend our lives,singed by lightning.flying madly like mothstoward the flame that devours,scarred by the beatings,just living to feel…loving the unspeakable,touching the untouchable…we smell like the disease,while eating the cure.driven by the need,lost inside the wind.but the flesh we eatis none but our own!set free by weeping,we walk on the sea.and roll away the stone,knowing…

foothills last night!up to fifty homes, and/or mobilehomes, damaged, or destroyed.forty degree temps, and a tornado,in January!people left homeless, injured, andlost everything they had… theyneed our prayers, and our help!we take so much for granted… wecomplain about how hard things are…and then you watch your neighborslose it all in an instant…we need to be family,…

smells like, tastes like,feels like, talks like….i feel your need,for you are part of mine.you taught me about love,when you were hurting.the buddha in me,reaches out to the buddha in you.we inhale and exhale,and night becomes day.the buddha in you,the question and the answer.each a part of the other,one must be for both to be.the…

upper lip and bottom lip,the knife and the flesh.searching, forever searching,for the sound inside raindrops,and the way stone tastes,where no one has walked.fire and log, or log and fire,we care not…drinking the paint off the walls,releasing storm, scattering dust.sound and echo, or echo and sound…we lay naked on the steps,of journey and fire!if just for…

baby, cant you hearthe sound of distant thunder?the candle cold,naked, and left alone,baby, light the match!turn the page, break downthe walls of this prison cell…hungry, panting,four feet running….baby, cant you feelthe need for flesh?