Those in power lose sleep watching our every move

To go so far as to blanket our world in satellites

But those oppressed have been watching them in excess of ten thousand years

Oh how they long for that kind of control

Their ***** truth is that the meek have already inherited the Earth a hundred times over

Looking for the void
Constitutes your very bones
Still you labor on

The knots and tangles —
Hair informs that Indra’s Net
Weaves nothing to life

You try to sell your soul
But you can't get no bread for it

Don't tell me
That the soul isn't trapped in a picture

I lifted up that dusty frame
To reveal those colors that reconstitute my form
I see what I'd call my smile there

And I know
That the soul
Is trapped
In a
Picture
...

The background to the figure
The canvas to the background
The artist to the canvas
The muse to the artist
The figure to the muse
...

As the traffic screams
As demands call violently
The stillness deepens

The traveler roams
Seeking a home; doesn't know
Home is in her heart

An old love passes
Like a leaf on a breeze
Not worth pursuing

No woe where I dance
I'm the opulent side of
The carbon cycle

Walking in circles
My path leads around again
My thoughts, something new

Was the seed in strife?
From pain did it then emerge?
It must lament death...

The cultivator
Was he then the seeds savior?!
Assurance of life

What conditioning!
For mere service to the God
Stripped when fruit was ripe

...Seed sows sorrow now
Bound to the cultivator
Eternal truth found

In strife it may be
But at least then it lived free
When some death seemed bound

And essential

What a good lay will...
Life drips on smearing the time
You're getting fuzzy

Toes up to the stream
Siphoning an allowance
And there was no fee

Each day I let go
That’s how I know I’m clinging
Farther…closer still

Complete emptiness —
How many holes do you take
To fill your soul full?

Mind the terrorist
In time, he brings the very peace
You fear is destroyed

Instrumentation
Bows to whispers in my heart
When counting spring buds

In a patterning in which an infinite number of variables could be considered
There is a why not for every why

Intrinsic value
Rooted in moments unused
Why long for the ring

The chains were forged for the poor

Blackness is nothing but a convenient excuse

Will you be saved by your skin tone when you are the new lowest on the totem?

Where ends natural?
Biological weapons?
The fear in our hearts?

She's a wayward soul
But she just so happened
To wander into my home

My doors I leave open
She'll probably soon go
But settle she might

For I really do hate
To wander alone

All the thief may steal
Is Earth that you've distinguished
"Your's" instead of "Our's"

The chorus starts when
Losing pictures in your mind
When they just don’t sing

I started wearing that necklace again
The one with the little key on it

For the longest time I thought that it was out of place
That it ceased to belong the day I lost the lock

But I started wearing that necklace again
It used to be the key to your heart

But its since unlocked my own

It's the perfect recipe for disaster

Wait for clarity...
Why mind mud?  I see myself
Equally as clear

Cling to righteousness
Legislate morality...
...Justify dissent

When I do transmute
Its only the shaped I move
The shapeless I use

We should take a side
If we grow too invested
Thereby end the play

Funny how we find --
Its like we bury treasure
And "X" in our mind

Death's liberation
That all things fall forgotten
Lends the will to live

Find a childhood photograph
Remember your infancy
From nothing you came
Everything you've learned since then
Is just a game you play

I used to worry
About what counted as Zen

But I set that burden down long ago
And you're still clinging to that question

Every hour that first day
Every day that next week
Once a week the month of September
Now once a month I cry

I hope you never cried for me
You asked me to say goodbye
I hope you’ve never known such joy

To the love that I let die