every day is election day...






don’t ya say?

I don't know where you're headed
or if what you are is what
you think you are

        It's true enough, here
        where we live,
        on the borderline
        
        What really matters
        is how well you walk
        through the fire

It is time
for hands to gather themselves
together. To lift up
and lighten the load.  Birds
make it look so easy

There is a stillness to it all.
Hurricanes and their eyes,
lakes and their surfaces
and how the ocean catches a little rest
between tides

It is time
It is time for the earth
to breathe a little easier,
lighter, looser. Gently,
brush the body beside you

It is breathing, no?
How many moons have come and gone
without your notice?
Between cracks
flowers grow, not worrying

whether they are seen
or not
They are here for the light.
They live for the light.
It is time.

It is time
Lift up
and touch
the body of heaven -
in this life,  in this world, on this earth

And settle.
there is a stillness to it all.
Born out of the dark,
we are here for the light. See?
Flowers make it look so easy

Why let these rules
     run our lives

Shackles and chains
     shouts and cries

Free from the fear
      unbound and unbind

Let the body move
      and may the worry unwind

Love the free woman
      and all of mankind

she arrived in the night
like any other beautiful thing I've ever
    come to know
born of a dream
     a tongue healing an old scar
for how long
      had we drifted apart?
and how close to death
      were we?
how many times can a soul be reborn?
      this
is where we belong
      this
is all i've ever wanted

For whom there is nothing
          darkness falls
and a hand (or a voice?)
         from somewhere calls

Talking to tomatoes might just teach you
      not to try too hard

As for those who eat them plain and raw
     a more unsure sight i never did saw

Loons live in a city
     and bugs sometimes crawl

Now go ahead and tell me
     have we seen up over the wall?

Tomato tomato
     and potato potato

It's a funny old world
     like a big ball of playdough