there was, ‘Om’!
before we built eternity
of straw, mud, and bricks…
animals knew the theology
of moon and bare branches!
before we defined life
by what we owned,
life expressed itself…
clouds kissed lonely mountains!
the sparrow knows more
than we can ever hold!
dont speak to me of salvation,
i know death, and beginning!
till the earth, build the fire,
hold your children close.
love your woman with awe,
and wait for your dog!
‘Om’! ….
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…
when you’re alone with yourself,and the weight of your actions?the older you get,the harder it gets.you see the mistakes,wish you’d spent more timein the moments of love…honesty comes knockingas your time runs short…maybe, most of all,you wish you’d said, ‘thank you! ‘
of bells…. ringing….the chorus of crows,the sound of the whipcracking on thousandsof backs, , ,black and white,brown and red….the fat-bellied ticket takerstands with hand outstretched…cant pay the fare… cant ride….left standing on the cornerof lost, and nameless.marching to death, leavingno trace, no footprints….the bastard children of freedom,no home to return to….look up, look up!the skies…
much encouragement,much listening,much reading,much teaching,much time,much thankfulness,much patience,firm discipline,and a strong commitmentto be therefor the rest of your life!
painted by an orphan brush….heroin ghost nightmareslost in the voidbetween time and flesh…cold steel revolverbeneath the pillow-the line between fearand ‘i dont give a damn’!and the eyes of the childrenstare like poison inkon the pages of what’s left…cold iron barsblurr the vagabond nightwith feelings that tastelike death….karma rips the night asunder….and you’re left praying…for clear…
and keep entering,in a thousand different ways,and myriad forms.we are no more than this,this coming and going….i dont know whetherto tip my hat,or leave my shoes at the door.the taste on your lips,that you cannot name,is me, and nothing more!
