No one
be your fault

they be your fiction
imagined
as your
fault

never plant more
on a less


meaning sleeps
in every chest

Emotion
be the great guide

to the from
and
from the to

its middle
no place

The art of looking
in
to
at
and
for
no thing

until it finds you

A hurt
shy’s away from kindness
A smile
breaks its back of shame
A look
opens its window to a new world
A laugh
weaves a memory to its sail

Go
now-here slow
be one
to wag its tail
bask
in the kiss of sun
tumble
on the green lush hills
wash
in the wet of worlds
be easy
life is  playing with you

People mostly want to hear what they have to say
it be a rare one to listen as nature

The bird sings its song with its ears
A river laughs itself into its  giggle
Along the brush of the proud mountain
The voice of great wind stands in ovation
Bold on its own shoulders
Deaf to claimation

Life
be allowing not controlling

no man be led
no man be leader

no way
be greater than choice

If praise be my price
then break these legs
and Ill carry the cost

For no mans wine is purer
than the red racing in these veins
No ones heart an island
greater than the one to beat in my chest
No voice clearer
than the voice speak it me into being
No song surer to the hum of my own soul

I be the child to drum
on the skin of this body
to swim in its great spirit
to stand on the edge of its becoming

Remember when we didn’t think for each other
We played in life and our quarrels were not long living
We moved on swiftly for we knew better
not to stiffen our excitement

Life didn’t matter
Living it did
We choose to be Kings and Queens
of our own imaginations
No skin could separate our worlds