for this is the kingdom of the dove and the wolf,
and this bed holds the secret trove.
one cannot bind wings,
wings are bound by air!
there be no sacrifice
in dying for love….
the gift is the giver,
the giver the gift….
leaving night to define these shadows.
to love and madness,
and the glory of loss!
when mortality becomes two stars…
two stars exploding in the darkest night,
raining light that silences the candle!
the dumpster box the cat sleeps in.the scar on the hand,and you cant remember when.the blow to the faceof the child born in poverty.the overthrow of the kingdom,leaving mice to run amuck.the broken key on the typewriter,the cricket trapped in the bathtub.mold around the window,the stack of old tires.the strange feel of love’s body,too long…
battle, not a crown for the victor,not something you can build or buy.honor is a way of life… and it beginswith respect.we no longer respect the many formsof life around us… hell, we’re so busyjust trying to survive that we dont evensee life, much less know it!every person, good, bad, or ugly, deservesour respect… for…
not Baptist, not Jewish, not Catholic,not Muslim, not Buddhist…not male, not female,not vindictive, not judgemental…not the god of wars,of poverty, of greed, of invasion.god is not selfish,not arrogant, not boastful…god is not what you fear,god simply ‘is’…dialogue, bridge, match…the echo of your soul,calling you to yourself!
between heart and mind….each leaf on a tree distinct and different,but all belong to the tree!the wind has many forms, but is alwaysthe wind…you speak to me of your God that livesin holy writings and temples…i met a stranger today, stopped to listenas he talked… and knew there was God!
you just being you,in all of your youness…as no one else can do!
young…pregnant…….girls……..having………babies….mere echoes ofhis unconscious self,crying out his name….against the ragethat lingers wherehis heart should be….feeding the hungerthat..devours…..him…… .from………within!books unopened,stories never written!
