This Body

I will live from this body now
I will live from this body

This body will come alive now
This body will come alive

This body will form words now

Yes

From this body all is

with scars
with broken bones healed
with muscles weak and torn
with fat
with hair
with spit
with these tastes
with these smells
with these sounds
with all
searching for perfection

Let go

This body is it
this time

I will live from this body

As if it is the only one
I will ever
have.

The Friend

As you spit in the face of a friend,
it is his to make it the morning rain.

As you withdraw from your friend,
it is his to gather his own blanket.

And when you return to your friend anew,
it is his to discover himself in gratitude.

Growing Nowhere

World traveller,
stake no claim to this
to this rocky place...what grows in the cracks is
worth the wait in the heart found in the finest of grains.

As you cling, know you cling with all your might to a
remote nothing nowhere for no-one to be fed by no
harvest.

if only your seed landed to soil that spread your worth.

Does no-one want your fertile seed?
What fullness is there in nothing? Fill the fields
with anything, joy or sadness, anger or laughter.
So long as full is felt all is well.

So, empty all of it in love. Let it go for love.
Break it open and and break it down with all your
fire out of love and let not a moment be wasted in
doubt or hesitation...

Take it and make it yours by God, until even the rocks
know your fire and want it for liberation of everything.