‘The young man goes out looking for the diamond in the sea
the old man rows his boat to shore and falls with twisted knees

And you’ll drown before the water lets you in
Yeah, you drown before the water lets you in

The feeling that I feel the most is the one that follows me
all across the starry coast from sea to diamond sea

Says you’ll drown before the water lets you in
Yeah, you drown before the water lets you in

I think the thing I wanted most was just never meant to be
a thousand waves, a thousand ghosts their sorrows follow me

And you’ll drown before the water lets you in
Yeah, you drown before the water lets you in’…“The Water Lets You In”—by Book Of Fears

Would ride—music—out-to-place-where-music-be-then—note-pop—toward—cease-crease time—then quietly—wade away? Tis Ok—alright—donchathink? Once we—held hands—jumping us—from flying whirl—to spinning-twirl—then—back-again. Good falling—when landing gently happens—just before the fall ends and begins—again. What is both exciting and scary—Life? Are we defined by choices of our own desires? What if—‘We-Be’—once crossed a length of space—wig-waggled—from planet-side to earth-ride—Mother Ship—deep in splendid—Petri-dish—love and to form—‘we-do’—from Zoo land reach and gravity teach—among the WTF of creations’—relations—with ‘We-Be’ and ‘They-See’? And! Is life often scattered among the illusions—of perceptions or reactions—to perceptions’ folly—in this ‘runaway—alternating dream.’

Religion has preempted the field of ethics—turning morality against man—and usurped—
the highest moral concepts—of our language—placing them outside this earth—and beyond the reach of We-Be’…‘Exaltation’—is taken to mean—an emotional state—evoked by contemplating the supernatural. ‘Worship’—is the emotional experience of loyalty and dedication—to something—high and—above man. ‘Reverence’—is the emotion of—sacred respect—to be experienced on one’s knees. ‘Sacred’—is superior to—‘not-to-be-touched-by’—any concerns of man or—earth side whines or whimsy. These concepts—do name actual—-emotions—though no supernatural dimension exists. These emotions are experienced—as uplifting or ennobling—without the self-abasement required—by religious definitions. What is their—source or reference in reality? It is the entire—emotional realm—of man’s dedication to—a moral ideal….It is this—level of emotions—that must be—redeemed from—the murk of mysticism and redirected at its proper object—‘we-be-us’ folks—donchaknow…

Entity Religion—is in constant enmity with one another? Satirizes self-contented morality and suggests that—-in the end—all religious groups are going to engage in violent and selfish acts— regardless of their professed moral teachings. Just another Government and ‘governing whimsy’ is corrupt—nasty and destructive. Religions’—-immaculate contortions—‘American Style’—twist in-out of ‘the Separation of Church and State’ producing a ‘Governmental Right to Legislate Morality?’ Wrong! For only Lovers-have-Lovers’-sacred-right-to-Love. Love is being…Morality is a selfish word!

Portion-for-us and scatter across—understanding—simplicity—and the variances in relativity—either linguistically determined—or silenced by rain—loud—gentle beginnings or the whispers of fire-fly wings and lighting…Wait! Eyes—tightly closed—to hear thunder—rolling across separated skies—as unseen flashes—knight the ocean—and crash booms—into the silent space—-between raindrops and life…Science eternally—dances—with superstition…Once and often either—momentarily—wins something-of-else or another choice-to-follow…Crossroads to matter—chances to spark—and destiny always flirts—with other up-and-about—perhaps…Real Sea—we’ll see—and another and another—of water-ships up—and places far away…This is here and between landings—another beach—reach and as quickly discovered—then thrown away…Dragging the lines—of surf’s fall and rise—as waves dash high—-into moonless sky and crash along miles—of sand and shoreline. Sea inhale and exhale—and breathe again and—time marks nothing—when endless and everlasting.

These are the salty ways of salted sea and flecks of foam scatter—along shore-sided shifts of sand from wet-to-dry and dune rise—above and beyond watered edges—before ruined boardwalks remind-nothing-of- something—once savored and watched and known by forgotten ones—once upright writers of the times—and the sounds of ‘days of a future’s past.’ Still! We all cross spaces along these places of—the races in time gathered—and night ships crossing heaven’s ragged ridges…

Woman—warrior—Man—warrior…We will together—if required—die—protecting our children and our homes…Man Warrior—know—as you dine in candle-light with Woman Warrior—She is Equal—She is Everything…Isn’t it interesting—in this ‘paternal society’ of a ‘WTF’—‘Good old Boy’ world—that without Woman Warrior—‘We’—could not physically appear? With her gentle touch—She spins these spits of dancing DNA—touch and born—this day—across these Spinners…

‘Fancy Us’—a world where precious women—walk in day/night safety and precious—men do not know a word called ‘War’…Where—love-is-love and force is—‘Never-Ever’ …Wherever—Whatever—and Never is heaven or hell…A place where—life-is-belonging and where—life is—everyday—Good…Heaven or Luck… No! We create worlds—we maintain worlds and we love our children.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Black Water’…by The Doobie Brothers