the difference between

dividing the atoms of the soul,searching for fibers that connect.exploring universes of question,whetted by the blade of truth;to immerse in ‘i and thou’…crossing the final desertto the promised land!the true disciple,follows his own footsteps!

line between joy and despair….but tonight, let’s lay it all down, and walk in the moment.they tell you prayer is a lot of things,but i think prayer is the gratitude that feels,that absorbs the good and the bad,that drinks sorrow, and dances.i have never been more alive than i am right now.i am fire, i…

and Dylan rhymed with angst.while Woody fought the fascists,and hopped the midnight train.Martin spoke for equality,unafraid of bullets and chains…and the Kent State students,stood against unholy war.mowed down by their own people,yet nobody’s keeping score.now time immemorial,calls both the child and man.for dignity and humanity,to rise and take a stand.to hold the truth of open…

of a book no one cares to read…anymore.having learned to trust what we feel,what we know that no one can take,and to question everything else!what we’ve lost merely feeds the fire,what we’ve given at all costs remains.and the truth we know is the pathwayof the heart… our feet bruisedby stones and hard travel… keep walking.this…

fight and struggle,enslaved by greed.freedom by color,freedom by class.equally unequal,the future is past.under the flag,under the Bible.strike out, lash out,kill for survival.and the children diethe day they’re born.citizens of the wasteland,left bare by the storm!

i love you as the piece of straw,woven into the sparrow’s nest.i love you as the pebble,dreaming, ‘i am mountain’!i love you as the rain,licking the thirst of the grasses.i love you as the weathered old oak,bent and gnarled, still strong.i love you as the cave,and as fresh fallen snow.i love you as time itself,weeping…