the door is always unlocked,
the window is always open.
the river flows from,
and returns to the source.
when identity becomes community,
the part is whole, the whole a part.
there is infinity in nothing,
when emptiness fills the soul….
what we call god is merely the fire,
deep within our darkest being…
poured forth as gift, taking simple forms,
a cup of coffee shared,
and the moment given to listening!
when children are starvingand people are dying…are we alive or are we dead?our brothers, our sisters,we can feel your pain from here.what can we do andwhat can we change…to see the world through your tears?how can we see and not knowthat what’s happening to you…is a part of us, is inthe very heart of us,we’re…
on the third day, …grave clothes lying empty.human stink garbage sweat grime,hands reaching for hands…candles made of flesh,matches of dried bones.truth lightning gentle weeping sorrow,food bowls held by shaking hands.eyes that see, hearts that feel,simply living, by the fire!spiritual writings written with nails,compassion’s hammers, caring’s shovel…lifetimes building shelters,and planting gardens for the poor!
most misunderstood mysterywe’re faced with….what we seek for in the starsis already there within us.what we long for we already have!what we long to hold in our handsis that which we must give.the human heart is more than emotions.emotions are the feet of the ego.beneath our egos the real ‘us’ resides.we are more rivers than…
reflecting both light and darkness,driven by the tides to lapat the shore of the unknown.singular, but not seperate,sustaining life without thought…the slave of gravity’s intensity.do i dare stop to shout:‘i am the ocean, i am the tide! ‘or is my voice the echo of voices,merely primordial passion,and infinite part?weep not for me!the casket is not…
i stood in the netherlands,waiting for what came next…i heard a voice,that made my soul tremble…a voice that had eyes.‘are you here to judge me? ‘ i asked.there was a great silence…then these words cut through the dark:‘no, judge yourself! ‘
for standing up to protestagainst your oppression…just spat blood on the floorsof your halls of justice…His name is Jesus…will His blood redeem you,or condemn you?
