To each his albatross Or so it seems That fickle in our fast pursuits We run from babe to grave, our boo… Are thin as gruel
In the belly of my rebirth I am a journalist of purgatory The smells, the fear, the landscap… is my story and my very life the wager of this…
Shelter me in your sweetness And I will sing down the sun for… Too long have I watched this rive… And felt only the moist of its ban… For alas, I have been unsure of m…
I love how the wind plays with you… Strong, dark and full of mystery You truly are a child of the stars… You have caused a lovely confusion In the garden of my mind
Did you know the wind is created b… And when the wolves are silent The moon howls?
Like mango Spilling into the sky And the gasp that follows, our sur… And under the brown skin of this t… Currents whisper deeper than we ev…
I release you There is no need for pain or guilt There is only the Tao, rightful f… We are still share the same waters… And I am glad
Like Ezekiel In the valley of dry bones I awaken Every dangerous morning And stumble toward Bethlehem
In the first ringing of shock, in… As we shake and blink and try to u… There is no hand to pull us throug… and the same scream that brought u… Faith, pure as molten lava
Your heart is a rock Beyond all the fickle tides And when the moon pulls the waves… And your lashing bites my sand I lay still, for I know your true…
When your World is Ending, go cra… it’s going to happen, because no m… and not writhe and scream and do t… But then, after the rush of agony,… Give it your cheek, for this is yo…
Newton took it all wrong When that apple dropped The same sweet, deadly orb That dug Eve’s grave One sunny day in Paradise
and the best that we can hope for is a few familiar faces a light in cold dark places a moment that erases all the walls that hold us back
My blindness told me: My Hell is…
May I navigate the now With the same innocent precision As the caterpillar On a barley stalk
