the books all closed, the letters packed,
the footprints of loving lost in sand.
the storm is over, the world begins anew,
the song of the grasses fills the stillness.
the trees still bowed in deep respect,
for one who came, raged, and breathed…
we are no more than small things done,
but certainly no less!
the laughter, the tears, the napkin folded,
the cup of companions, the table shared!
you gave me your passion,i gave you my breath…and all that is,all that ever could have been,becomes ashes and dust,the home of the wind!
that makes us eternal.it is only through suffering,that we come to understand joy,a joy that is not limited bycircumstance!when we learn to let go of the thingsthat our selfish egos proclaim thatwe need… then these things quitowning us…. it is only then thatwe experience freedom!we build temples, mosques, and churches,make shrines, write holy books full…
we are where we are becausewe’ve put ourselves here,we’ve allowed this to happen to us!we blame the government,we blame people who are ‘different’,we blame the economy,we blame god,we blame each other.bottom line, we are to blame.we cannot evolve as human beingswithout evolving as a society.we cannot evolve as people,without evolving as a nation.we cannot evolve…
opening and closing…giver of life, bringer of death!falling star, rhythm of seasons,the flesh bound words of the poem…daughters of the Goddess,mother of earth, earth and all within.i celebrate woman…strong, tender, lightning,embers smoking in the soul.beauty, spirituality, sensuality,wisdom of the ages.fresh plowed dirt waitingon seed, rain, and sun.hope in the night,a beacon to the lover’s soul.i…
and believe what i believe….that make me feel safe.i want to be around people,with different color, different thoughts,different beliefs….people that question,and make me question!i want to be around passionate people,people who dream, people who dance,people who run naked in the night,people who cry and feel,who touch and hold…people who let go!i dont want to feel…
had to let go…in order for the wingsto learn to fly!the heart that graspedyour heart, clinging for love,had to let go…in order for your heartto return again!
