“If you must leave,
Leave as though fire burns under your feet
If you must speak,
Speak every word as though it were unique
If you must work,
Work to leave some part of you on this earth
If you must live, darling one, just live”…by Keaton Henson
The time to listen…It arrives when snow begins to fall. Space between snowflakes apart—not far and universes at first wide—-soon collide. What we know often changes—often rearranges—-as trust comes and beliefs go—-are remembered, reevaluated and situated between silence and noise. Tonight, moonshine—-gauze sky and above those trees without leaves—small flocks move—-V-shaped—bottom-less—-angels of purpose—motion—fixed in mind and traveling south for in their sky—there be pathways worn—-since the beginning of their—time.
‘We’—determine—destiny—sometimes? Angry Gods—do not exist. Angry men—matter little—except to scrubs—of scurry selves—beings—just spinning matter—of expressions. Rude—the kings and queens—of foolish speak—when angles fall—toward earthbound trivial…Moment Gods—require no explanations—when fear rules—these angled angels. As flesh—we return—turned peace—to war and gash—slash ‘cross—another spin of earth. Battle— disturbs the strength—of peace and the balance of life. We war—against nothing—save ideas and the—ideals of anti-life. Remove religions and governments and kings and queens!
Survival moves existence from space-to-place—from cave-to-cavern and always backward or forward over again and again over—-be whimsy or need—or—combinations of both do or do not and motions never stop—always moving, always coming and forever going—no matter where—for the getting there is—-ingrained—-as a billion minutes of time start and end again. We turn now toward—forked road—ways beyond sighted-righted places—and our stars of guiding trails—twisted—misted—shakes and quakes—push-pull us—toward left trails or right paths…Guiding compass—lodestone—or stars—point the way—only one direction—to go and to return—toward—this direction taken—always pointed—is pointed—toward us…
The extent of inequality is relevant for policy making…Policy making is forever addressing the reasons for inequality but never-ever changing the imbalance of balance…Revolution always; changes motions-of-these-notions for a little while and then imbalance again pushes—-against equilibrium. And! Sometimes; the distinction between what is politically convenient to believe and the objectives facts no longer exist.
Flying ‘cross a sky without atmosphere is vacuous, too.
Is it a truth—that ‘there be’ people in the USA; each one—- making more in one year than the entire population of the House of Representatives? Wondering about the imbalance—and believing that Wealth rules everything? Wondering if anti-monopoly laws can—-balance-the-power now exerted daily—-by Companies—-called Alphabet—-Amazon—Apple—Microsoft and Facebook? Wondering— H.L. Mencken said, “it is difficult to get a man to understand something when his income depends on his not understanding it.”
Lies often feed hungry stomachs—donchaknow!
We are not means to an end—others—may wish to accomplish…We are not tools—to be used. We are not servants of need-greed-to-be-freed—or bandages for other wounds—nor sacrifices to gods—come whimsy or rushing wings—gift bearing things—beads—baubles—glitter or flash…We are not born to be wasted or wasted-to-be-born…
Candle light—warms ‘cross tables—rooms—windows-to-windows and sometimes just east-north of darkest—planet spin—where night grin—grim news— ‘cross space wig-waggle and eyes search sky—die—search and die—until star-ship light—lights—night and candle light fosters— hope—before freedom ends—then begins—again. ‘One Thousand Tears’ are longer time—than years of fears—pass star night and moonlight fails. And! You and I are not—ever—born to be wasted—right?
Embrace the shivers that tearing eyes—begin heated wraps of—word twist-to-mist and the weight of knowing these—often are and are not—often understood or—would be—see changes—little known for time—sometimes escapes—this place when hearing precedes—knowing anything at all.
And! Sometimes—we just cry—tears.
He loves her and She loves him. She loves her and she loves Her…He loves him and he loves Him…Love is correct—Love is life—Love is the only power that matters…The matter of Spirit Flesh and Body Spirit—Time and the distance—between heaven spaced and drops of rain…
“Courage is grace under pressure”…from ‘The Old Man and The Sea’ by Ernest Hemingway
And! Beautiful you are…