the truth that’s within us…
so why are we always calling
long distance?
are we more afraid of death,
or afraid of living?
is there really any difference?
do any of us really listen?
do we hear?
do we see?
if so, why are we so afraid?
the real battle is always within…
what happens without is the result!
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there comes a time…
when the carpenter lays down the hammer,when the lover walks out the door.when the child turns awayfrom childish things.when the mother steps back,and opens the door.when the old man stomps outthe fire with his boots.when the sky falls,and the earth rises.when the poor just will nottake it any more.when the sacred revealsitself in a back…
the lying tongue
and walks into darknessas the fire grows dim.the tree cut in its prime,and left to rot through the seasons…the small boat unmanned,is lost on the seas.the knife that cut granitelies on the mantle in shadow,the fingerprints on the handletoo long unnamed…the door swung open,but no one enters…the sound of the gnawingswallows up the night!
the heart that
against getting hurt…insulates itselfagainst loving,and being loved.only by wading deepinto the pool of sufferingand pain…are we set freeto dance the danceof communion…there is a healingin giving without thoughtof getting back…and the freedomto live…. redemptionin a touch!
the only scriptures
are the life storiesof the oppressed and downtrodden.the only prayersi know to be real,are their unspoken needs,their desire to be free.the only churchthat i belong to,their homes, their shelters,their grimy neighborhoods.the only image of godthat i want to see,the humanity in their faces,the injustices falling in their tears.and equality,the only walk…the path, the destiny,of the…
step into the rain
water clinging, petal!i loved you more thani thought i could bear to lose,i opened the door!fullness, emptiness,owning nothing, part of allunbound by no needs!your Buddha naturesomewhere beneath your hungerfeeds instead of eats!compassion, intent,thought, drive, and humane actionlive deeper, immersed.fire needs the candlecandle needs fire and oxygenhand, foot, mouth, and ears!listen! hand given,both written in the…
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with the blood of thewomen and childrenwe’ve killed…in the mad raceto conquer, and take..with rape minded morality,to liberate in the name of oil!
making final preperations,
for a trip across the room!
the prisoner makes preperations,
anxious for days…
anticipating his release.
almost afraid of freedom,
afraid of the unknown…
yet when the cell door opens,
the weight is lifted!
so busy with dying,
that we forget about living…
and so miss eternity,
in each moment!
the cell door is open!
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we sleep in the place between chapters,
my body tingles, be it flesh or spirit,i am not ready for the grave!tis the knee of the lover,the breath of god on my neck!the candle burns down, and bows…even the clock trembles with the smallest breeze,and the pillow weeps perhaps knowing.i am not the man i thought i knew,but the fingers tracing the nipple…when…
human failures…
inequality, injustice,enslavement, loss…..and war leads to all of these.greed, power, abuse,apathy, fear, lies….all cause war!inability to communicate,prejudice, righteous fervor…allow wars to continue…war!mankind’s greatest failure!
every baby born,
both the slave,and the slave owner…both the cross,and the gun!both the sheep and the wolf,both the fire, and the rain.both the truth and the lie,the spirit, and the profit.both darkness and light,both the cell, and freedom!winds blown by choice,choice molded by experience.
trailer park child;
stray dogs and cats…his momma a crack pipe,his daddy an old truckup on blocks…eating old cerealfrom the box with the rats…but he can read….eviction notices, Bible verses,and the warning labelson cigarette packs…the dirty prodigal son,no name, just ‘boy! ‘empty gasoline cans…a dead skunk in the road!
i seem to do better,
with broken people.knocked down, bruised, wounded,devastated by loss,but still walking people.people who’ve tasted love,who’ve drank fully from the cup of living,people with scars….for these are the peoplewho have the capacity to fly!if you’ve never wrestled demons,how can you know what an angel is.if you dont know the depths of darkness,you will never see the light.if…
simple shells,
and experience….once carried by life,now left behind,a gift? or just memory…echoing the soundof waves poundingsome far off shore….waiting for the handsof a child!