kick aside that rat as you charge

call it what you will –language is generous;maybe it starts with, every birthday,a fleeting touch of all this;it could spread, every morningan acknowledgement that lovewakes each morning with youin the bed, in the air,in the sunlight;you could become as a Buddhistand each breath would belike that; the Compassionate Onesaying, yes, that’s how it is, this…

and makes its own space,an inner space so greatthat it meets ourselves in its own radiance;so full that if we name it –blade of grass, thunderstorm, darkness, angel –it sighs to be named, lowers its eyes in sadness,silent with a certain regretat being parted from the name it sharesand even when we say that name…

known in wonder, love and awe;its essence more than human sound;in stillness, every joyful danceis summed as if in perfect prayer;though every muscle yearns to praise,unmoving; more than mind in air;silence sings and stillness dancesin the freedom of the heart;self, content to be the watcher;loving each and every part.

unchained by circumstance, freed from fashion,in loneliness so deep he can’t explain,almost crying because he can’t describe it.,waiting for the rain of the day which has yet to be.He doesn’t have the nerve to speak, just gazes,but with sufficient humility to make him proud;thankful for the conversation that he grasps,but fails to speak out loud;the…

fondly done by findingwhat joins you for true…bonding, but not binding…free to fly in space,space to face together,no limits to that place…bonding but not binding…these words mean what they say –trust is just a must for friends, forlove grows strong that way…

for extinction as they later werebut this time for preservation – a long linepatiently stretching into the distanceas far as mind could seesometimes shifting quietlyfrom one leg to the otheror from four legs to threeor stretching a winghungry to fly – but where?and one man blessedradiant in his duty, awedas that great ship expandeda boundless…