but the new man, who will not be owned,
neither by man nor possession
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and so we struggle,
choked by the cord.conceived in darkness,becoming light!we are hearts made of feet,feet that walk the path.feet that slip and fall,feet that take the wrong turn.feet that keep on walking,sore, tired, hurting.feet of desire, and purpose,feet of soulful intent!all the great philosophiescome to this…feet that only stop walkingto bandage other feet;then walk together,leaving one set of…
love, then as gentle,
my thoughts…for a moment your eyes flashed,for one eternal moment!
all living things
Himself/Herself throughinfinite forms.how dare we differentiatebetween the sacred and the mundane!if you want to see God,look around you!if you want to feel God,touch the earth…touch the hand of a stranger.if you want to know God,live!
your hair falls in layers as if
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…
sandaled feet, dusty streets,
pages of history written in historiesof those that came after….walking with the gods,listening as they spoke ofworlds far across the universe…tales of the flood, creation and beginning,all handed down to them….and handed down by them….a whisper in time, merely an echo,as if a stone dropped in a pool…and now our own world,crashing headlong o’er a…
and I and I,
the garden of you,and spider webbed dreams.pine sap running, hot and molten,my tongue rests…inside your soul.love me dammit,or write me letters.send them to‘destination unknown’!buy a dress for my funeral,a hat, and new shoes…any color but black!inside and inside,peeling layer after layer.conversation of sparrows,struck mute by flesh.you taste sweat of summer,i am past late autumn.the gods…