I saw
in the sky
omens
of change;
&
auspices
of hope.
in the emptiness
of that black
night
sky,
I saw
a path to
freedom.
my eyes fall
to my toes
and I look ahead.
I take a single step,
just one,
and my
path
unfolds.
(most people think great God will come from the sky,
take away everything, and make everybody feel high
but if you know your worth,
you will look for yours on earth… – B. Marley 1975)
freedom
means
your heart leads.
freedom means
love leads.
freedom means
never saying sorry-
to yourself.
freedom is not an illusion;
freedom
is
free.
freedom is your natural state.
freedom wears nothing,
but a smile..
-may the wings of liberty never lose a feather (J. Burton; 1986)
the caressing
cobwebs
of love’s fell reign
whisper huskily, of
dread fantasies.
yet,
there persists
a yearning
for the peaceful surrender
found
in nostalgia’s
sweet bosom’s
delightful embrace.
Moon’s light slips through
time
and night
to touch me
and to
touch you
with whispered answers
to the
questions asked
from a silent place.
raucous
& tawdry
and occasionally
a bit bawdy;
reunion brings smiles
and laughter,
and
quite often,
the mudbutt.
that’s what friends are for
is inevitable
but also,
escapable.
but all
the old men
and the old women
who slipped away
from
their truth,
die.
Fate is immortal
and,
my sweet and dirty little beast,
so
are
you.
fuck the world
and make yourself happy.
let it burn
with
YOUR
flame.
free
to delve deep.
to dance with the demons,
and devils
inside
of me.
all the while
sinking
further
into truth’s
sweet honeyed
wisdom.
life is lonely at the top
and,
at the bottom too.
but peaceful.
painfully, sweetly, and beautifully peaceful.
Free and clear
to fall-
to fly.
ready to seek
what
is already
inside.
onward,
to explore
life’s riches.
to find
that
which is desired most,
was always there,
quietly
and patiently
waiting
beside you.
Beautiful
and
Perfect.
but the sun rises
again.
life awaits.
this old stone
rolls on,
and on,
empty and free
of worry
and love.
sun rays
are for sliding
up into the rain.
rainy days
are for crying,
letting go of the pain
wanting
knowing
feeling
being;
no time for these,
when all
we are
is doing
the damn thing
do it right
if you do it well:
then do it twice.
will you
come and
breathe,
with me?
speaks
through
the soft pink lips
of an Angel;
flows
lovingly,
yet unbidden
from the heart
of a rough and
gentle soul.
The sun,
the sky,
a bumblebee’s dance,
all tease ways
to the Truth.
open
submit
breath
&
love.
Truth
will
find
you.
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