a meditation on love

It is to
vibrate as high
as one can fathom
by laughing
with sweet thunder
to uplift the soul

To be in sync with
the natural world

To give thanks
to the higher force
surrounding
the all of life

To walk in kind loving steps
with gentle words on
the lips

Remembering who you are
existing in the sacred
arms of the holy fabric
of everything.

The hand basket
frozen over

It is...

what we have been dipped
into the holy cash
stream s of money warship
and billionaire s
seeking missiles only
to fall out of grace with
Gods

glory disguised as the
sanctimony of commerce

The mediocracy
of those claiming they know
they are the masters
to your soul

avoid them when you can

for they are frauds
the false prophets
of yesterday

who may just send
you to hell

I've decided
to re-live the Earth
I'm going to take
with my bare hands
the soil and *** more
plants...
After that I will listen
to the wind and discover
its secrets
then I will pray to the
Earth and Sun and Moon
giving thanks for
Her guardianship over me
I will speak with reverence
for my home the Earth
for her waters, her trees,
her wild pastures, and
the days and nights of her skies...
And so it is...

You know what
to do with yourself
after all these years
paving hour upon
laborious hour
onto your delicate life
ignoring the person
behind the insurmountable
barricades to yourself
Now is here
Present for you
you get to decide
if you are curious enough
to discover who you
truly are
even after the obligations
after the excuses
You get to find you
in all your
luminescent glory

They will leave.
for we were not the
keepers of the Earth.
with our uncouth ways.
We were at best very
bad neighbors. or
thieves really.
war mongers. perhaps
greedy nonetheless
We were just too ****
obnoxious to hear them purling
their songs.
to catch them.
to mend their welted wings.
too **** arrogant
for this Earth.
for kindness.
for compassion.
or empathy.
They have left.
For we were too deeply
engrossed in our
selves to see their songs.
warnings.
written on the sky.

words moved me, and
God
i wanted my fingers to blister and my
bones to ache
but my mind withers and my heart breaks
i swallowed ink and still i couldn’t
make the words flow like they used to as if
almost as if
they refuse to