only gods dare farewell,

at mygut…a ratgnawingontheropes…th atmy fearsusetobindme…freedo m, the oldestprimeval urge,the grunting ofthe darknessas light opensthe door!freedom…therawheartbeat ing…in thehandsof thepriest…as the bodyis flung fromthe cliff…the sound a rosemakes when it blooms!

to find a cause worthdying for….it’s just as hard,and takes just as muchcourage and commitment…to find a cause worthliving for…too many of ustake the road inbetween,and our lives are wasted!

holy anger,the sparrow carvedfrom a dead tree.tongue burnt,the fist and the open hand…touching the skywith fingers in the dirt.kissing, brown leaves,smoke, an open window.death, and hunger,the glass broken,trembling hands….raw need, lips bleeding,hearts wrapped in wheels.thunder, the taste of lightning,and rain that never comes!

the stories of their lives.then finally, they just sat in the stillness,listening to the walls of the old housebreathe.he thought about his life, the work, thefamily, the love… all gone.she whispered, ‘be still, they’re coming…’the lights of the cruiser inched up thestreet. stopping, they shone a light intothe old house, like fingers probing.they sat motionless,…

with dignity, in stillness.that rare momentwhen the bird flies from the cage,is not the time for weeping.does the river mournwhen it breaks through the dam?does the storm apologize for passion?then who are we to cling to dust,to darkness as dawn approaches?the leaf turnsin a fury of color..for just a moment,then brown, and falls.the tree stands…

just for one moment….turn and look at the facesof all those around you.can you see the need?the desire? the hurt?can you feel the lonliness?hearts beating… just like yours!listen to the earth cry out!to the dirge of the rivers.to the sad farewell of the trees,the mountains… the birds,the wolves, the fishes.a part of you dying!and that…