what if for…

frail egos brokenin morning sunlit pieces.of such is life…hands made of fleshbuilding hearts.storms come unannounced,and forever shattered.the rain soaks the embers,a thin wisp of smoke.stirred by the stick of time,praying for flame.are we then fire,or just smoke?smalls branches clingingto the tree…lightning in the distance,or hearts made of thunder?buds on the broken branch,or the fleeting instantof…

or in the hope of success.write from necessity…the same necessitythat governs your breathing.and from the urgencyof the darkest hour just before dawn!write not for yourself…for in writing for othersyou will find yourself.and above all, be honest,always remembering simplicity,and naked touch!write as if a gift,expecting nothing in return!

they padlocked your house,and repoed your car…the years have passed,have taken their toll.even the fires of love,burned down to embers…at the end of the day,at the end of the road…all you have left are the children.they carry your heartto a new day and a new world…love the children!every child that is borncarries the holy seed.whatever…

interbeing, involvement.dead people dont walk,dont fill the bowls,dont wipe away tears.an island at the mercyof a raging ocean…but wind and mountain co-exist!only the rhythmof the soul walking beside,validates the journey.ashes, ashes, new plowed earth,two sets of hands on the plow!we fill each other’s bodieswith a shared and dependent fire!

of the man,who stood between you,and the oppressor.love smells like…the blood and shiton the boots,of the man shovellingin the ditch,pulling still breathing bodiesfrom the smoking ruins….love tastes like…the hungry lips,that just gave youtheir last morsel of food.love acts like…God, before you named ‘him’ God,before you bound her in concepts,drawn by your fears!

named,compassion, action,and forgiveness.one flew away,and the other twoturned to stone…even the windcould not revive them!