I am the storm,

the laces of my boots tied.an old shotgun,a couple of books,my hat pulled down low.leaving a candle,a couple of prayers,and the memory of song….nothing left to say,nothing left to give,nothing left undone…..by the moonlightin the cold, downthis long winding road….going back to whereit all began….in the deep dark of nightby the river bank….listening to the…

look at how you spend your time,what you expend your energy on,how you react to people around you,and whether you take the time to listen.not what you say, what you do!

someone is hungry.every night when i go tosleep in my bed,someone is homeless.every time i speak out,someone is oppressed.every time i walkdown the street,someone is imprisoned.every time i open my eyes,someone else is blinded.every day that i live,someone else is dying…every time i know i am loved,someone else is alone…responsible!

alone in the darknesswith life….and prays….with no need for salvation,redemption, or change….no thought of self,of need and want,he just lets go…and prays….nameless, part of all….formless, evolving forms…..from soul to spirit….becoming….the scripture of small creatures,the hymns of the wind…..eternity unleashed in each moment…..the heretic prays!

and i become more guilty,under the weight of their lies…

made by your callous leaders.in your turning of the head,and closing of the eyes,as injustice is piled upon injustice.in the countries you invade,in those you imprison without cause…in those you let go hungry,in the sick you do not care for.in your prejudices and righteous judgements,in the closed minds of your fundamentalist fervor.in your closed doors,…