we are leaves born by the same tree,
season after season, year after year.
with each summer the branches are fuller,
with each autumn the color deeper….
with each winter the time of stillness cuts deeper…
with each spring the hope of the spirit is reborn!
we are many lives in one,
many forms in one…
the journey is long, the ache is great,
for the eyes of the heart to be restored!
too long at the table,too long tending the fire…too long fighting wars,too long in the cave.too long, and too many nights,burning the candle down.too long behind the wheel,too long on the cross…it is finished, day is done…roll back the stone!
for all that breathes…for life itself in allits constantly evolving forms….for every moment,for every casual brushof a caring hand…for the individuality andthe differences…for in the differenceswe find sameness!not to changea rainbow toa mountain…a hawk intoa turtle….but to take eachas it is… realizingits beauty and its worth….respect!knowing that what you feel,i feel… what you need,i need…one…
must be named…nor each tree that is cut,without conscious knowledge.let us not try to confine the wind,nor to define freedom in an unspoken sky.let us not seek to erase the darkness,nor to infringe on the language of whales.let it not be ordained that we are gods,when the words we speak are empty.and most of all,…
for pretensions and etiquette,to mend the bridge,or paint the house….no time for redemption,no time for the past….i just wanna know….would you lay with me,and wait for the dawn of the age?
worn and tattered….on lonesome street corners,cigarettes crushed beneathwell known strangers feet….lights flash, windows empty,horns blow, motors running….no direction home!
that which is of real value.we seek eternity, but it is inthose moments we are most humanthat we experience it.we would seek god,but god is not lost…god appears to us in chance encounters,in moments that we have the chance to be human,when we have the chance to listen,and so help bring change.even our failures are…
