blood on the street blood on the seat in the car, guns pointed at blood in our hearts- Black and White and red all over the news, fear precipitating hysteria commercials, articles propagating fear- entrenching minds in culture divides we all want the killing to stop but who is willing to die? what are you willing to not buy? there’s blood on our hands because there’s blood in our wallets, dripping ignorance- hear the voice calling from beyond the dark, the moral arc bends toward us- the ‘Us’ that transcends these divisive days; we defy death by the blood of a true King, murdered by the state of a nation like ours, scheming principalities that hover over our cities late at night while we sleep, there’s blood in our dreams- Wake up. He’s alive and so are we for now- for this-
in boundless ruby sky [without even a concept of bounds] we swam altogether before light and dark’s separation [our creation!]
without end, our expanse- waves of movement across vastness of oceans [within oceans] uncurbed by the sands of time [no passing, no progressing]
ever-repeating waves, cycle back and over again traversing infinity [transposing finity] we see light and dark, the warmth of distant stars felt close in the air around us [fire in every leaf- each movement of life beneath]
all aglow, our eyes spray stars across moonlit heavens [light beyond distance, leave distance behind] spirits soar through open windows, clouds flow freely inside and out [star substance animation] and we see
The time has come-
You must leave the normalcy of your home.
Open the door and step into the night.
Feel the winter air dissolve your
skin as you surrender to the dark.
Let the sound of the breeze through the dead
leaves above draw you in.
Leave the frailty of your frame
and become the night.
Meld with the moon and see the tops of
clouds illuminated by your shining eyes.
Pass beyond the tops of distant mountains
and feel the Earth lie still underneath your hands.
Be the still silence that is forever,
the Silence that formed you in itself.
Lovers think they’re looking for each other, but there’s only one search: wandering this world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.
The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future. Forget the future. I’d worship someone who could do that.
On the way you may want to look back, or not. But if you can say, There’s nothing ahead, there will be nothing there. Stretch your arms and take hold of the cloth of your clothes with both hands. The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed. If you don’t have both, you don’t belong with us. When one of us gets lost, is not here, he must be inside us. There’s no place like that anywhere in the world.