nor do they visit the shore and call the waves imperfect.
So why do we look at ourselves this way?
Tao Te Ching
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Tao Te Ching, One does not walk
One does not walk into the forest and accuse the trees of being off-center,
charles bukovski, love is a dog from hell
well, yes?.. no.
"there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.
people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.
people just are not good to each other
one on one.
the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.
we are afraid.
our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.
it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone
untouched
unspoken to
watering a plant.”
Cape of Good Hope - The Tiger Lillies
the wind is howling
on this summer's day
The Cape of Good Hope
blows our lives away
The sea roars
the lightning flash
Our timbers are all smashed
The waters coming for us
With one last breath
over us it does gush
And we're going under the waves
Gasp and gag to our graves
But now as my breathing does cease
I feel only peace
And the mermaids carry me
I feel only free
Now my soul floats on the sea
And the mermaids play with me
All is calm in the waves
King Neptune does us save
So each sailor in the sea
If you hear remember me
When the storm does not cease
Your fate it will be peace
Only peace
jungle
the jungle is the jungle.
i try to step here,
in my hands
a machete
to cut lianas.
this green damp
dark place,
sweat and sores.
here it is hard
to trust and sleep,
strange sounds
and unsafe ground.
to be aware of danger
but curious as a cat,
i walk on,
tired but firm.
you are
at the other side.
your hand cannot
reach through.
i have found
the voice
of your soul
to bear to you
in silence.
even here
i don't stop
listening.
i hear you
in the rain,
it pours down,
a blinding noise
in this nowhere
i am nothing but will
and soul and ears
moving through mud
now i am,
i change,
i ripen like fruit
to my own sweetness
in the pure strength
of my heart.
i will say love
in the innocence
i found in birds
and snakes
and lizards
and flowers,
i will say love
with my breath
and my ears,
not in the language
i learned
nor in words
i used before.
i listen.
i try to step here,
in my hands
a machete
to cut lianas.
this green damp
dark place,
sweat and sores.
here it is hard
to trust and sleep,
strange sounds
and unsafe ground.
to be aware of danger
but curious as a cat,
i walk on,
tired but firm.
you are
at the other side.
your hand cannot
reach through.
i have found
the voice
of your soul
to bear to you
in silence.
even here
i don't stop
listening.
i hear you
in the rain,
it pours down,
a blinding noise
in this nowhere
i am nothing but will
and soul and ears
moving through mud
now i am,
i change,
i ripen like fruit
to my own sweetness
in the pure strength
of my heart.
i will say love
in the innocence
i found in birds
and snakes
and lizards
and flowers,
i will say love
with my breath
and my ears,
not in the language
i learned
nor in words
i used before.
i listen.
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