ending, or beginning?

more than money, possessions,sex, or accolades…is a friend.someone to walk beside you,that you can talk to,and listen to…someone that you canlaugh with, cry with, fight with,be crazy with… and they stillwalk beside you.someone who can see youfor what you are… and they stillwalk beside you….a friend! … and they saythe only way to find oneis…

both human, and spirit…beyond our conceptual thoughts.person, non person, creator,and created. the image ofthe life force we just cantseem to see in ourselves, andin others. both the question,and the answer, enlightenmentand compassion…. the need,and the food, the light, andthe darkness from whence it came.the cry of humanity for understanding,and what we would see if we…

from a faucet…each drop,one lifetime,falling forever slow…then gone!

undressing with autumnal passion….can you hear the groanof the leaf turning from greento red to brown?can you feel the stamp of the deer?the alert fear of the squirrelhiding on the bare branches?can you smell the earth laid bare,uninhibited, awaiting the cover of snow?can you feel the hardness of this ghost ship,preparing to sail your stormy…

there was, ‘Om’!before we built eternityof straw, mud, and bricks…animals knew the theologyof moon and bare branches!before we defined lifeby what we owned,life expressed itself…clouds kissed lonely mountains!the sparrow knows morethan 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…

‘neath skies of poverty’s making…the simple, the common,the calloused hands,the baby’s cry in cold night’s grasp….the light so few could see…no temple, no righteous robes,only a carpenter and wife…no kings, no prophets,no blaze of fury….a child born in stillness,that stillness formed….abused, misunderstood,his memory used and twistedinto something else and less….never knowing, never seeing,the simple truth….the…