withstood the winter storms.
bare bent limbs reaching,
against odds to bud,
holding the sky
in a lovers embrace.
home to the sparrow,
the worm, and the squirrel…
shade to the weary,
a constant guide to the lost.
without name, without need,
rooted deep in the earth…
that gnarled old tree…
is me!
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i am a heathen
i am at homewith the wounded,the bruised, the troubled,those who wear their scarsfor all the world to see.i know the darknessas well as the light….the darkness around us,the darkness within me….and i know that tiny sparkof light… that lies withinthe mistake made….that lies beneath the tearsand fears of the soul oppressed….that reaches out hand for…
human….
getting back up,making mistakes,forgiving,being forgiven,trying, crying,giving your all….getting up tomorrow,and doing it again!
if i knelt before you,
like a gift without any strings…would you listen?if i sold all my dreamsto give you one momentwhen you knew you were loved…would you care?if i gave up my lifeto help you find wings,and pushed you to the edgeof the nest… would you fly?if i knelt before you,a man loving a woman,and nothing more…would you take…
bodhissatva…
walking with me,side by side,good day, bad day,irregardless…by my side.dogs talk to you,soul talking,unconditional love talking…and best of all,they listen!
the hand that
and struck anotherman down…the hand that stolethe money to feedhis family that was hungry….the hand that wrote angry words,threw a stone through the window.the hand that shut the door,leaving the stranger outside…the hand that toredown all that it had built,feeling the rage of alone….the hand that pulled the trigger,pushed the button,rang the register…..the hand that…
i want Townes Van Zandt
a couple songs at my funeral…one by Woody Guthrie,and maybe one by Billie Holiday…just stepping through the veil.a poem read aloud by Walt Whitman,and one by Ranier Rilke…then light the pyre,and step back…let the flames riseto meet the wind.do what you want with the ashes,my heart will finally be free!