A flame wihout its
   heat is as useless as a poetry without a thought.
              What is man without a soul? Can he be called human at all? How
             useful is an empty house that stands on a barren hill? A man
                         not capable of thinking? A blank book? Or a sun without the grace of a fire? How good is
           the wind without the trees?  Or the birds that worship its strength? How good is the ocean without
                              the fishes? Or the human that embraces its wealth? All things are interconnected and   interdependent.
    Like air to mankind and to the trees. And trees to mankind and to the soil. Like air to the waters.
                    Waters to mankind. Waters to the soil. As fire to man as to the trees. Mankind to the trees and
               to the soil. And trees to the soil, fire to the soil, man, fire. Fire and man. The fire within a man. Enflaming
                      the soul of another man. We are all relatives in the dance of life. We are integral part of the earth.
          The air, the waters, the sun and the moon. Everything is hitched to everything else. The air,
                                   the waters, the sun and the moon. The salt of the ocean is in our blood. The calcium of the rocks
is in our bones. The genes of ten thousand generations is in our cells. The fire of the sun king is in our spirits. The might of the winds is in our lungs. The most powerful element of the universe is in our hearts. The mighty winds
                     rage and we bend for them. The fields yield and we kneel for them.  The blossoms open and we  rejoice.
                               One could not pluck a flower without hurting a star. The wolves could not haunt for a
                        meal without troubling a heart. An atom could not deteriorate without worrying
                             the universe.  But along
                                  the way man seems
                                   to forget. And most
                                   of the time, man does
                                    not pay attention to
                                     its depth. Man be-
                                    comes too ignorant
                                    to understand. That
                                    man is the heart of it
                                   all. The pulse that keeps
                              the system alive. Man ne-
                                eds not observe but feel. M
                               an needs to penetrate quite-
                            ly as earthworms. Underst-
                            ands as soils absorb water. Pon-
                   der as the winds gather strength. Spread
               as the vines that overrun the yard. Let your flame be the
                                          guiding light.Do not let it be the fire that burns.

I cried for the leaves that lost their greens
I cried as the cold hand of winter touched them
I cried as red masked out their colors
I cried as they fell into the barren earth
I mourned when they took away my heart
As the lonely earth took them in
Maybe for rebirth? Maybe forever?
May it be tomorrow?
Or for another year?
Maybe never... They may never will.

I may forever be a lonely crow
flying alone, winter long
Screaming curses to the selfish sky
Spitting blames into the lonely earth
Unto the void I forever will fly until these
tired wings of mine break
and send me down to the lonely earth,
with you..

And maybe hope for rebirth?
Maybe forever?
May it be tomorrow?
Or for another year?
Maybe never... Yes, we may never will.

The saline in your teeth bestowed us life
Your canopy of wisdom billows like
death billows the soul
Your memory grasped into our veins like Wysteria
Dropping one by one, wilting


Into the eyes of the crows
that ate the eyes of your dying children
you engraved your name
so that every child that dies
Remembers


Unto the sea of wheat we spew
our rotten teeth so that they may blossom
And the seeds shall be fed to our
wavering kind
So you will be remembered


Behold!
Lotuses of swamps long been forgotten
Blooms that may only blossom within blooms
Whom that dwell in the mud of the ancients
Yet unstained


In our being, a black pearl
that grows from the fields of Israel
So that we, lotus lover
Are worshiped, venerated
and will be remembered

&
the
leaf
Falls
Falling
It’s falling,
And it’s fading
It is falling down
Like disgraced angels
it's spiraling down fast
it  is falling  like snow
  falling like raindrops
  it's like a dead bird
falling like tears,
descending,
down the
ground
freed
fast
!




&
Oh
Those
Great Leaves
  They Fall down
  They fall like men
They will perish
They will cry
Great men
They
die
!



&
It’s
the leaf
  that falls,
  it is falling
   like you,
falling
like
me
!