wagon wheel turning

giving, touching, listening, and caring,flowers planted and children birthed,all night love making and all day working,thankless simple acts of living…bow down, and worship!the blind old man’s bruised hands,built houses, furniture, fires…fought for the right, prayed for forgiveness,stroked the body of passion….grew food, poured drinks,taught the boy to whittle,turned the pages of countless books…kneel in respect!and…

the stones on the path will nothurt your bare feet….the fire will not burn your hands.eyes fly like crows across distance,be it across the room,or across the world…and pages are writtenwith the pens of angels,to be thrown into the wind.my heart cries for deliverance…your tongue rests against my arm….seize the moment, for there is no…

…skin,soul turning colors,waiting,…waiting,for the long cold stillness.death by death,learning…to…..live,blow by blow,till…the……shadows………d isappear.left as it began,no baggage,…empty hands,covered by the snow,long…stillness…….to…….. ..spring.evolving hurts!

all of us struggle with things thatare unnecessary…i think you can reach enlightmentjust as easy in a prison cell, ridingon a bus, or picking up trash!i think that we as humans overthinkour ‘stabs at infinity’…we try to contain an ocean in a thimble!i also think that there’s more holinessin changing a bedpan for an elderly…

kind words given,dripping from autumnal leaves.rose petals weep at the funeral,then drink till dawn.and old men draw highways,that lead to the eyes.destiny, dirty socksand old coffee cups.while shadows taste like the dirt,on the bank of the creek.the cry of freedom seems bitter,somewhat hot to the touch.as the face of the stranger,dissolves in the mirror.the sky…