I am spirit remembering
what it is to be a man. I weep.
As a man I remember
what it is to be human. I laugh.
As a human I return with the ghosts.
In this way, deep each moment grows a knowing:
all our sisters and brothers and others embody feeling.
Under supposed cross and imposed hurt
is understanding
human in nature.
Swaddled in this knowing is a flower
basking in the sun.
Love is real,
as solid as a pebble
fixed inside a mountain.
Conscious Being flows through every atom.
Each iota activates.
I remember what it is to be!
Air moved with music
as a body is moved by music.
I am dancing madly to the drum.
Standing still does nothing for the beat,
which sounded long before i could dance.
Love is the only dance,
Love is the only beat,
Love is the only drum.

Woe be to the lady of seasons!
Persephone and Demeter argue.
As neither can forgive dear family,
we are lost! We are sunk! Polar icecaps
melt to the tension of their bickering.

Poseidon’s domain increases ever more!
His power does drive our beaches and shores
higher! Higher! Higher ever more!

Time is the money that i need for my investment .

it is a slow awakening
that i crave
i thought i wanted you to fill me
with understanding
but lord, treat me with care
touch me in small ways
i know i have built a dam
to keep you out
but i have been drowning for so long
that i cannot tell help
from harm

Esther Krenzin

Little is left to reflect
The money only covers the crack in the soul
Light the flame to burn away all unwanted emotion
We are holding on are we not ?

The scars that cover the skin
Make a feeling close to the immortal
The blood that is lost is pure ****** pleasure
i have lost my mind

to be honest i do not want it back