walk across the sea
that has been divided.
put your hand on the cave walls
and feel the etchings.
jump into the Mayan pool
of sacrifice!
sit among the unmarked graves
of soldiers killed in battles,
reading poetry to the souls
lost to the violent storm.
dive for the ruins of Atlantis,
for the memory before memory.
stand in stillness at Stonehenge,
listen for voices in the wind.
feed the hungry! heal the sick!
free the oppressed….
stand in the face of life,
bare your teeth, and howl!
now the choice,both silent and grieving.i cannot hold starlightin aging hands,i cannot turn the tidewith a glance or a wave.i cannot stop the warswith my body or my thoughts.i cannot feed the hungry,i can only share their hunger.the snow is falling,the winds almost cruel,as the fire i builtdies down to embers…who am i?and what have…
my soul yearning to escapethe confines of flesh and bone….my spirit burning with the needto unlock the simple….that my understanding could not define….shooting stars, flash moments of brilliancein a sky both dark and deep….beyond striving, beyond suffering,to the electric pulse without barriers.beyond fear, and all discerning….the hidden place withoutbeginning or end….the touch that opens a…
pointing,with dismembered fingers…prophesying,with bellies gorged!we kill that whichwe do not understand,that which we fear…that which most reminds usof something hidden deep within.is god made of stone?be there no remorse,no compassion, no conviction?even stone gods weep,who are we trying to fool?how many women and children sacrificed?a blood atonement…to whom?we wear the robes of judges,hiding the factthat…
but gives…money…buys possessions,owns you…love…heart broken,living pieces.war…impotent menwaving swords!death,body given,spirit taken.passion,rain falling,drops whisper!anger,fear frustrated,turning inwards.hunger,empty bowl,empty soul!lover,hears, feels,respects, touches.God,human faces,dawn’s body!
be replacedwith ‘enslave’!the truth…often stinks!
deep inside its own cosmosleaves me waiting, time frozen,to watch the fall, to fall with,and into arms outstretched,grey hair blown by the windto kiss the earth, and crumbleback into sweet nothingnessand dirt waiting for the coming,of the snow!
