it took ashes…

i’ve spun my web out of moonlight,and now the trees come to bury the dead.there are small stones that hold infinity,whose very smoothness holds myriad maps.while raindrops speak of salvation and seduction,and the boxes are wrapped and eternally silent…the lies we planted on fevered nights,still hold moments of magic and touch.and now the fire itself…

a comma in the book of life,the point where roads meet,and diverge…a tiny shard of broken glass,a dropp of sweat on the back of a worker,ejaculation, and echo…each vein of the leaf turning,a stray dog’s turd.the creak of the wheel that needs geased,the sound between the gunshotand the thud of the body.the moment just after…

a new day has come,a new world before us!in the beginning again,we are the first hope.pick up the plow,till the earth…our home and our hope!a new day, a new way,we work side by side..beneath the sun, in the rain…and we make love all night!time is for the taker,and now is the time…put down your sword,pick…

have souls…comes from the feardriven ego…wake up!dogs and cats, birds and horses…trees, stones, and riversall have souls….mice and ants lead uson this journey!

know that it’s falling?does the green leaf knowthat autumn comes?does the unborn childknow his mother’s face?does the murderer knowhis victim is himself?does the cloud knowthat the rain is needed?does the day knowit was born at night?does the peacemaker knowthat the bullets are his?does the liar knowthat the truth has won?does the lover knowtis only a…

i hear the guns, and the moment after,i hear the blood of bodies in the fields.i hear the cry of babies without mothers,i hear the hunger of faces without names.i hear the whisper of god in the homeless,the hearts of the poor in the falling rain.i hear the truth beyond all lies,i hear the hand…