Friendship
Kindness
  
The Horned toads
and Scorpions
  
Picking at my bones
  
I should have listened
to the howling wails
  
of the desert wolves

There once was a garden where everything died
Even the birds had flown off to hide
The mighty oaks had lost all their branches
As for the flowers , long ago had they all of their chances

Even the sky turned black as it flew by
Then all of the clouds had to cry and cry
The floods could not wash away the pain
Those who lived there died or went insane

Laughter had been banned years ago
The crow's kaw kaw , was never a show
The only sound that was to be heard
was the wail of the missing violin's words

Under moonlight , by shadowy night
The strings cried blood and tears for sight
Even the moon overcome lost one dusty tear
to the life missing after all of these years .

One day the cry of the music stopped
The last string had now finally popped
The violin laid down in the ground
and there was never again another sound

And years had now gone on by
No one living then was left alive
There had been a revolt or so
Flowers once again started to grow

Trees sprouted out and began to bud
You could once again feel life's gentle nudge
The grass carpeted the woodland floors
and happiness returned to all once more

Now all had forgotten about the violin
But sometimes if you listen to the midnight's wind
You can hear it while it goes about tuning
for all it's sins had now long been forgiven

Move to the energy
of love which balances
the chaos of existence.
Love for yourself.
Love for your lover.
Love for the universe.
Make it a prayer.
Meditate upon it.
Dance actively among
the waves and photons.
Make it a dance of joy.
Dance yourself to ecstasy.
Become the energy
you sought and smile
at the fangs of death.
This is the only
immortality available.
Be at home in the world
you have made.
Where else can you live?
Where else would you want to?
Dance where you are.
Smile.
   ~mce