wisdom
is an echo in the backgound
parting and combining
flames and flow
which make up all and everything
light
our  light
is the only thing
we can give
to anything
i just want to give you
the love that i have found
that energy that is everything

I will become you
in a holy type of death
which destroys what my body was
and allows me to become the things
that make up you.

the flowers stare
on the mountainside
my vision destroyed by the fog
im in a cloud
and the dead trees
i see nothing
they breed new life in this ground
the flames react
taking form
and making dust
containing everything that has been here
and everything that will be here
watch the world burn to new ground
watching it burn proud and hastily
this flame eats and turns
to a fabric flowing in the breeze
i am a fabric
or a snake
waiting to find my home
where i will burn
and become
once again
the air and the ground

places i need
are not here anyway
just seeing whats there
and leaving
my stare fixed on the moon
the grass is felt beneath me
and a heartbeat radiating
from this thing ive come from
makes the warmth coming from me
mingle and harmonize
with the warmth of everything

my time
spent like wind or a river flowing
going to something new
growing wings
becoming

I used to be a bird
I can still feel the wings
Constantly flapping inside my head

Oh how i want to leave
This place and all these things
My life and my body

open mouths
ready to take you in

they grow from the ground
and theyre so destructive