Freedom

for their hands speak the languageof the heart,and their feet that of the soul.whose prayers are written by ears,whose breath is always shared.whose eyes are open windows,whose god smells of human need.whose actions be but forgiveness,whose thoughts are not restrained.the disciples of silence keep walking…living in constant dialogue,they have no need for words!

he said: ‘i’ve never seen itthis bad… everybody on edge,struggling, scared…nobody knows what’s going tohappen…and hell, half of everybody youmeet, or more, taking them damnpills…’‘yea, they come in here all thetime, middle of the day, whacked out…’‘pills and poverty go together… youcant make it, cant stand the pressure,they prescribe you the pills.’‘i think the medical…

in the hand of a friend,a leaf blown by the wind,in a blind dog’s eyes,in the cat curled close.in the baby just born,the old man’s dying smile…in difference, and in sameness.in the lover’s body,in hands calloused and hard,in moonlit nights,and quiet conversations.in long silent walks,the meal simply prepared,in the mother and the child.in the twinkle…

a mad rush to Walmart,a fight for the deal….too many lights, too many adds,credit cards and borrowed diamonds….plastic Jesus’s ‘neath plastic trees!and all the while the soup kitchenstruggles to keep up….the shelters already full….and the homeless walk the streets.young men dying overseas,young men and women dying on our streets…a boy waits in his cellfor a…

in our case,the revelationof what we’ve doneto ourselves!we hold the keys,the map, and the gun…no need to blameany higher power,or fate….the keys, the map,and the gun….held by handsthat are human!

without a word or a thought.nary a mentionon the six o’clock news.and the only faith that remainslies in mouth and stomach…for those well fed,and the many who starve.the temple of the dollarfell in on the crowd…the prophets of dignityburned in the flame.yes, all that remains,mouth and stomach…and the earth regurgitatesat the foul stench of greed!

with hand outstretched,could be God…how would that changethe way we think and act?if every word we spokewere our last words…what would we say differently?and if this momentthat we’re living nowwere our last momenton earth…would we be doingwhat we’re doing?

in my endless failures,triumph is born.in every flaw a glimmer,in every darkness a light.in my hunger there is fullness,in my restlessness a home.in every bruise and scar,beauty is forged.in every moment of silence,passion set free.with every stumbling step,another step is taken.be there any difference,i know better than that!

on my gravewhen i’m gone…bring in a preacher,sing a couple old hymns…if it makes you feel better….but my testament,and my only word,lies in the things i’ve done,the things i’ve given,the people i’ve eitherhurt or helped….the things i’ve fought for,win or lose….everything else, just wrappingson an old turtle’s shell….i wont live there anymore….but in everything that…

on the frozen branch,i am the soft underbellyof the rabbit just caught.i am fresh trout in the skillet,and the song of the water.i am the lone staron the blackest of nights.i am the cry of the womangiving birth to the child.i am the cry of the childcoming into the world.i am the cry of the…

all mystery abides… your eyesmoan, a deep and gutteral spirituallonging, the history of mankindabiding there…your lips, silent, motionless…yet those eyes the painter’s brush!nightfall itself bows in gratitude.beginning and end, again and again,as if the earth breathed somewheredeep in the softness.i see the first fire, the shadows onthe walls of the cave. and i heardrumbeats in…

i cannot go on without a fix.sell everything i’ve got,destroy my dignity.trade tomorrow for one quick rush…..it’s the price of loving,when love’s a disease,an addiction, i cannot kick!