More on Us

-------More on Us-------

She is he, He is she.

I've done to you, you do for me.

The only thing holding us back 

are the limits we put to ourselves 

and onto each other.

More in us 

than any other.

But Love weaves shawls upon our eyes.

No difference seen

'tween you and I.

A past of tangles,

untied with touch,

let to go and gather much.

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In the Spirit of Revolt

-------In the Spirit of Revolt-------

The Judge proclaims that there are lessons to be learned,

and his church of weary defenders, complacent

in the dim hope of tradition and Authority's promise, believe every word.

Doctrine, again, and dogmas,

held above the moral progress

of intuition with reason.

A trial has taken an expected course,

and actions again express the belief they are made from.

If it were justice we would speak honestly, but out of fear we do not.

Integrity is realized through one's moral consistency 

to do as they say; it is trust, 

and where it is not souls rise in protest.

The Law will be respected if and only when it and its officers do their job, as they say it - 

to serve and protect the Masses - 

not keep them of the Liberty to do that for themselves.

Its gavel,

once a metaphor for the proclamation of justice being done,

today fills the room with despair again; a lonely, redundant noise;

of saving face rather than facing the change that needs to come.

But revolutions repeat, and that change is coming.

It is the Nature of the human spirit which tells me so.

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A Beautiful Mind

-------A Beautiful Mind-------

More alike than different

the Spring will come like morning does

and awaken our World from sleep;

the Nights renewing,

the breath of Dreams,

the Spirit to its feet.

And each a beautiful dreamer,

with the Winters chance 

to make it real.

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Creation

-------Creation-------

Flowers fall 

from the lips of a dream

and the whole World 

stops.

We have no say 

at Night,

just a hill 

to sit quietly upon

and watch grow the seeds 

we have planted.

Faces change

but the morals of their presence forever repeat.

In that moment 

of Truth,

between Sun's set 

and its rising again,

free from the limits 

of our own distraction,

flowers 

fall 

from the lips of a dream

onto ours.

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Forests of Chernobyl

-------Forests of Chernobyl-------

It once stood tall over the city, an idol

to progress upon the laws of physics,

and now the subject of entropy.

It's restless,

compulsive in a way,

our relations with progress.

Like a kid with too many presents to open

we can't sit still for just one minute

and enjoy what we already have,

before we're off again

opening more boxes,

new doors.

Doors to worlds

and responsibilities

we're not quite ready to accept.

And in the excitement of discovery

we open one too many, and

give life to a power that can take away our very own.

But there is something strangely hopeful

thats found its way

up through the rubble.

Around the foundations

of an old, worn-out,

empty promise

dig roots and climb the vines

of oak and alders,

ferns and pine.

The Will 

that it took to build the beast

is the same Will it'll take to let it go;

to let fall what never should have stood so tall

and to let rise 

the forest in its ashes.

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Remain in Light

-------Remain in Light-------

Just one moment of Gratitude

is enough to know

that it will always be there, 

for you and I,

a most simple of ways

to remain in light

on the cold and snowy days.

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Means to Meditate

-------Means to Meditate-------

It's only us

we fear the most.

Fear in thought

create the ghosts.

A frenzied stress;

forgotten peace.

Give the mind to rest;

release.

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Forgiveness

-------Forgiveness-------

Gather your bones, Brother,

your strength,

and stand up to that bully which is Guilt.

Throw your arms 

around its puffed-out chest 

and hold on tight.

For it wants nothing to do 

with the Loving Kind 

and it will fight to keep 

the Act of its Becoming a "mistake" in your mind,

for you to dwell over 

and tire out all the good you have ever done.

Give it power with blame and doubt.

Make it bigger than it needs to be,

and Guilt will bury you in your own despair.

Or, 

take the Act as the beginning 

of a chance to practice righteousness:

let go protecting your pride

and the judgments 

which tie you to regret;

with all you are 

feel 

just one memory of contentment,

and commit your every day

in bringing to life that peace you have known, 

and can know again.

Persistence alone through grief

will build the Will,

but soon your arms grow tired.

It is True Love

and a Perfect Faith

that goodness is at the heart of everything, 

which will hold you hugging the Beast

until its eyes 

and anger soften.

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Despair and Its Hope

-------Despair and Its Hope-------

A night witnessed 

the shouting grow too loud for a boy to take,

and I put a hole in the wall.

A wall 

in the home 

that for years had held me like a son

and I now too weak 

to bring to life those memories 

of playing and joy within it.

It's the lonely, 

violent side of sorrow,

depression is,

and but one form 

taken by complacency

under the rule and demands of another.

Isolating oneself in this way 

from the world

is not the principle of solitude shared by the mystics,

but it is on what vice 

and the injustices which act upon them 

depend.

Being told for too long what to do

frustrates the mind to anger

with a fist,

and holes are driven

into and across

the earth.

Years, 

and many holes later

I still hold that sorrow.

But it is its other side - of

humility and compassion,

patience

that I now let guide 

what I do with my hands -

to make a place for seeds to grow 

and faith to forever remember

that every problem 

we will ever know

carries 

on its back 

its own solution.

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Dig

-------Dig-------

Our story 

is buried beneath 

a pile of books.

Books filled with a kind of knowledge 

so depending on the moral state

of the author, the editor and of the time within which it was written.

But a story.

A story 

is timeless.

It can be told and retold 

over, around, through 

and foreverly over again.

For the moral of the story, 

like history 

itself repeats in principle;

transcending beyond 

individual moments and belief

into the commons.

There are no best-sellers in the story world,

just one's we'll remember; one's that get us dirty in a good way,

like grass stains on a pair of khaki pants.

And so when things get too serious 

and the days begin to pass 

without their brilliance,

remember the story underneath, 

take off your gloves 

and with your bare hands

start digging.

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Harmony’s Sweater

-------Harmony’s Sweater-------

A mind at peace

clear 

and 

beautiful

will keep the body warm

through the coldest of days.

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The World is Only One

-------The World is Only One-------

If the intent of your solitude 

is to be alone,

may you go about it by yourself.

But if it is to join that hallow space

you share with all things,

then I will meet you there.

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Going Home

-------Going Home-------

The less I choose to carry

the easier 

will be my travels,

and wherever I settle

there will be a place 

for everything.

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Wars of Separation

-------Wars of Separation-------

It is the balance of things 

we must unlearn ourselves 

back towards.

We've been taught 

to take sides, to favor one hand over the other,

in towns separated by color, and schools awarding trophy's to intelligence and athletes,

to console the vices of pride.

We've grown to pledge allegiance 

to one god, 

one country, 

and intolerance for another's.

We have created the imbalance 

by creating a way to measure difference,

justifying our wars and our charity 

upon this idea.

Somewhere within this short amount of time, 

the World broke into three, 

and today the Third manifests a sickness 

of the First one's dis-ease;

for money will not prevent Ebola, 

nor hunger, nor homelessness;

for it is the accumulation beyond necessity 

which begets imbalanced wealth and poverty.

True philanthropy is a willingness not only to give, 

but to receive;

just as those who listen,

will be heard.

So be calm,

be quiet, 

smile and

accept difference as beautiful.

As we all must

let go 

to balance.

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Easy Does It

-------Easy Does It-------

The efficiency gained by any advance in technology

will never compare to the ease

and ultimate productivity

of letting go to every desire to advance.

The higher we build,

the further we get from our roots.

The more we develop,

the more burdens we create.

To again know

the richness of simply living

will take progress in the other direction

than where we have been told.

There's no paved road

to take us

where we need to go;

no new seed

that could feed us better

than those passed down from a time before poison would fake fertility;

no written law

to defend the justice deeper

than the righteousness inherent to our nature.

There is nothing beyond

what we already have,

and everything we will ever need

needs only to be uncovered.

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Unity, ME

-------Unity, ME-------

Recall

the constant draw

to forgive.

Recall

our common

ground.

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Before Charity, Let Us Sit Together

-------Before Charity, Let Us Sit Together-------

It will be a celebration like none other

when the Philanthropists stop giving

and accept that their charity will not cure the trouble 

that their ignorance persistently creates.

Then, upon hearing what the world actually needs from them,

they will join the Masses at their table for a feast,

that their innate likeness and presence together 

has prepared.

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