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-
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.