…soul is the delicate yet durable cloth woven …
Such speed, seeds scatter
in wayward winds;
we clutch to clothes
with one hand
barely covering us
and greedily grasp to catch
what we did not plant
with the other
How far the fields
lay fallow waiting
to be tilled by the
hopes of all the Living;
Crossing the threshold
from pain to stain
Stamped and torn
from future’s sight…
Who cares for little ones
in prisons forgotten?…
Has the earth ever made sweet love to you?
If so, how would you ever know?
Have you ever felt the seed of the wind
smear across your parched lonely skin?
Have the wet kisses of summer
assaulted your body with tremors of eros?…
“…If you wish fully to realize yourselves, beware above all of everything that isolates, that refuses to accept and that divides. Each along your own line, let your thought and action be ‘universal’…And tomorrow, maybe, you will find that all opposition has disappeared and you can ‘love one another.’…
What breaks on the dawn
a light on the shore…
a reef in the sea…
Toward which horizon do we reach?
Dare we touch the fire
‘neath the skin of creation…
or does the Flame
fan desire into us?
Can we break the bough
and pour the cup
of tree and sap
that welcome the stars?…
It has been said that the greatest addiction that we ALL share is our own thinking. We are addicted to the way in which we as individuals and cultures think. The way that we think, the manner in which we process information and experiences that, all of this goes by unchallenged and unquestioned.…