Every word is weighted...
It's the weight of simply being
nothing in the wake of infinity
Is weightless my child,
..When you forget who you are, and you become
Knowing the weight of being will guide
In not forgetting..
That when we are born
in order to lift our arms
We had to raise
the weight of a tiny universe!
We had to reject
the weight of eons,
in order to raise our eyelids,
Light pouring in
Like a star traveling
through the infinite
To the darkest spaces
where light has not been
Wrapped in fire,
once it has passed...by this way,
Out of control,
as if God were skipping holy ancient stones across the sea of heavens.....
that space will never be
Never be completely dark....
am not a poet,
Just as love is not love,
And the heart,
is only named a heart,
As true as God exist
Whether we agree on his name or not.
Soon they will know...
You who gave them each their own universe
To subdue, freely...
They meander through hours tediously obsessed with tiny screens
Surrounding themselves with,
Sharply, Shining, mind
amid flashing signs.....
go out away sometimes...
Out where God still walks among the
telling tidings in wild wind
amid waves of leaves,
through songs of birds..
where all the spaces are full,
Stellar silence of gods footsteps traveling
across the woods of days...
You must go now!... .those few who escape
Will know the weight of days..
Everyone else will go blind..
....and be humble..
For you have not known such light...
The rage of its energy
Destroying everything evil,
all at once...and without question..
Then they will know,
But it will be too late..
And never will you see this world in
Such a plight
as will be that day!
I am not a poet,
I do however
know the exact weight and measures in
for everything existing..
I came only to remind you,
If we forget how to read the stars
When they are no longer impossible to reach,
When children no longer gaze at the
When they can no longer climb trees
and be completely at peace with simply existing..,
When we chase the light across 8 lane streets and tv screens,
Creating a false definition of creation,
Do not be fooled!
Soon they will charge you for the electricity
You use in your dreams..
And the people will stop dreaming...
Because you can't turn off the lights
The world will never sleep again..
Only eating, drinking,working
While in our midst tiny universes collide
And we are walkers through constellations
Only seen and mapped
By those who have learned the weight
in all the spaces..,
Simply the weight of being...
If you do not listen when you hear
The tidings of the weight of being..
and the day of days...
you will be found out among
Those who could not hear
Over the raucous roars
Of starved lions stalking in the tall corpse of sun Burnt grass...their bones crunching beneath
The weight of Satans vengeful grasp...
They're Waiting, only
to tear you to pieces...
I am not a poet..
I am just like you,
I am a universe..
Always existing after we are born aging comfortably in the belly
Of the almighty,
And because at birth our
First breath is
We would fair best
That even the raindrops
At the will of the wind...