whose footprints blown…
lost to the sands of indifference?
whose cry?
whose hurt?
whose human need raw?
whose face without feature?
whose hands stick out of the grave?
whose blood?
whose sweat?
whose love given and gone….
bitter in the mouths
of the living?
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the beginning of light
before time, or the conceptof being…in each word we almost speak,in each thought we almost form,in each feeling we almost allow…do you know me?i danced the day you were born,pulling stillness out of the falling rain.my name is written in thedeepest cavern of your soul…i sweep the steps of your templewhile you pray and offer…
it is in the dissolution of self
in various and innumerable forms,constant birth and dying,constant evolving…yet never constant!wave after wave,individual in nature,yet plural in nature.ocean, wave, ocean!the half burnt candle,and the star exploding,no difference!the child playing with sticks and stones,and the pyramids…no difference!the lone man standing on the mountaintop,and a million starving children…no difference!
he wears her like
abuse….silently listeningto her rantings,picking her upwhen she falls.layers of angermisdirected to him….yet he takes the blamewithout complaining,and keeps on…..till too long ignored,too long in the silence…he walks out the door,without a word.love’s not a badge,not even a cross…it’s a highwaythat must be walkedtogether!
your God preaches success,
lives in sanctuaries of goldwith windows of colored glass.doesnt get His hands dirtyon the down side of town…turns His head from the ugly,from the smell and the stink…walks on the other side of the street.demands sterile cleaness,prefers people of stature!no touching, no feelings…out of control!our God walks the tracksleading the lost home…slept with us under…
i saw god this morning…
as she sat in her favorite chair,watching the sunrise throughan open window….the stray cat lay in her lap,perfectly still,while birds with hidden facessang songs to the stillness…and time itself began again!