without concepts,
by ears stripped of fear.
in sacred nakedness,
rhyming,
the rhythm of breath…
footsteps to stillness,
and a silence,
that has no identity,
that is not owned,
that cannot be captured,
or held…
that just ‘is’!
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hand on the brush,
turning, and groaning,the voices of men.lone fire beneath the bridge,stir the pot slowly.shadows whisper with hunger,stars answer with silence.life laps out with flame,hearts scorched seek each other.the warmth of the bodythat clings to the soul.dreams of glass shatter,tiny shreds of light.tongues, and bare feet,the moan of night coming!
self, no self…
the bark know the limb?the limb know the tree?are they seperate, or one?do the roots need a name?the sun and rain ask for thanks?where does one begin,and the other end?is the womb not a grave?does the soul leave the body?does the fire ever go out?or do the embers wait,warm and steady?winter to spring, spring to…
whose lips do you kiss in your sleep?
whose voice do you hearin the shudder of dreams…whose hot breath upon your neck?whose wetness feeds your hunger?whose fire? and who stirs the embers?whose howl? whose mount?whose furred claw digging into your flesh?whose darkness… under whose moon!
gods hate, too damned late,
while buddhas whisperbehind hidden doors,and leaves fall from trees condemned!souls traded, manipulated,for a loaf of bread.childrens’ bodies, wrapped in money,never make a sound.bought votes, sacrificial goats,toe the party line.buildings blaze, justice burns,the bells of liberty chime.the human hand rises from the rubble,grasping at poisoned air.the tears of those long since dead,fall like nuclear rain!love me,…
i wish i could tell you
that the world will right itself,and that the day will be won.i wish i could mend every bridge that’s broken,and turn back the clock to a better time.i wish i could heal those that are suffering,i wish i could stop the seasons….i wish i could answer every question,and touch every broken heart.ah, but the wind…
my father, good man,
i’ve followed his path!