In Your Touch!
i cannot judge
the distant star
by the light that reaches...
my eyes.
i cannot understand
the ocean's depths,
by pressing the shell to my ears...
and listening.
i cannot comphrehend
the freedom of the wind,
as i walk 'neath the trees
in the moonlight.
but i can know love
that moved whole mountains,
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Stand Beneath It
the truth...
-not oil,
seeping down
into dips and lows.
cannot be bought
and sold with the lives
of the innocents....
or traded on world markets
for human values and dignity...
but a great oak,
strong, firm, unyielding
in the face of storms
and heavy winds....
giving a home to the wings
of freedom... and shade
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The Truth That Sets You Free!
the worth of truth lies not
in whether Buddha said it,
Jesus said it, or even one of
the great thinkers or poets
said it...
the worth of truth lies in
whether you've experienced it,
felt it, lived it, whether it
is exuded through the pores of
your very being...
this is the truth that sets
you free... the truth that changes,
breathes, and lives!
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You Know The Rest!
you can smell poverty,
without ever asking.
you can taste hunger,
you can feel unspoken sorrow.
open your eyes,
you can see the season.
and in a lover's eyes,
the door, and the bolt.
feel the ashes,
too cold to stir.
take a deep breath,
move your mechanical feet.
time doesnt lie,
and doesnt know truth.
'ashes to ashes...'
you know the rest!
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Do Not The
do not the leaves love the tree
even as they fall...
and moths love the flame
into which they die?
and shadows in the night
love the stillness,
as they lay down to meet the dawn?
so love then is a series of deaths,
and each funeral has a face...
it is in the stillness when breath is taken,
that we learn to touch
with the eyes of body and soul!
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Door Of Death (For Smoky)
the door of death,
just that, a door...
the face of god
shaves in your mirror.
the fire of understanding
lit by the match,
held in the hand
at the end of your arm!
eternity but total
and conscious awareness,
finding the universe
in each petal of the rose.
the leaf just budded
will turn and fall,
to lose itself in sleep,
and become leaf again!
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The Distance Between
the distance between
you and me...
is the distance between
our hearts and our souls.
the choice that we make
when we dont choose,
the most dangerous of all.
the difference between,
merely the wrapping
round the package.
the hands that open,
conscious and aware.
the distance between,
the pathway to hope...
only those who dare,
survive the fall!
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Women! (Forget Not!)
women....
too long too often
held down, beat down,
treated like second class,
no class, throw aways...
no voice, no choice,
emotional garbage....
mankind should bow
it's head in shame....
beauty, intelligence,
heart reasoning....
human beings with will,
equal in every way,
human beings with rights....
man! forget not
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Just Beyond Touch!
your seminal lips,
swollen, quiver....
pajama bound,
light turning on the bottle,
cigarette ashe falling
to the floor....
you smell like me,
25 years ago...
or woodsmoke hanging
in the autumnal chill...
frost on the windows,
the door locked and bolted....
a pair of old boots
sit alone on the porch.
moonlight, and you....
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Mourning
we who sit at the feet of angels
and drink alone, the bitter truth...
with no hand to hold against the night,
no kindred spirit, no flame of hunger.
we speak, there is no answer,
only the waiting that sweats & weeps.
the formless bound in a thousand faces
each yearning to be held, and named.
we who sit at the feet of angels...
and drink alone...
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