Wounded Limbs

My friend & nurse Ellen
throws sunflower seeds on the ground
As soon as she is done
all the little animals come around
Families of cardinals doves
6 squirrels & a couple of jays
They come as the sun rises
stay till the evening of every day
The older cardinals fly in first
whistle to young waiting in the tree
The children fly down
after brief hesitation
knowing it's okay to feed
One of the Jays larger than the rest
chases the others away
The doves are the only
to hold their ground
& if their around the others will stay
Over time I see their changes
seasons of growth to life outside
Romancing new poems
chasing shadows
of possible dreams I'd like to write
It's been a very long time
since I've even cared
to search the essence of my thought
Breaking my neck this past year
has provided me plenty space to think alot
Sept. 24 of 94 we lost control
the van careened off a hill
It's now May of 95 a new year
& I'm still deciding how I feel
After tragedy one can easily give up
lose hope in any faith
Decide on just moping around
with the rest of life to waste
Give up on participation
just because I can no longer move
A brief moment of tragedy left me
with nothing left to lose

Lost our brakes on a mountain in Cali
plunged 85 ft. to the ground
When I tried to get up I realized then
I was paralyzed from neck down
In a dream I dreamt I walked away
from the prison of my bed
I was able to move again
unlike all the doctors said
I went to find a nurse
everybody was shocked & fully surprised
How could I step away from this
great tragedy in my life
It was then I woke up
still unable to move
The joy in my heart dissipated
depressed left feeling subdued
Hopelessly suicidal at first
my spirit felt betrayed
Always so close to Spirit
yet motionless here I lay
Feeling life to be over
better I should die
Nothing could I do to kill myself
couldn't even wipe tears away I cry
Couldn't scratch my head
or even blow my nose
Couldn't feed myself
or even put on my clothes
There were 3 others with me
breaking many bones in the wreck
Though bleeding internally
I broke only one bone within my neck
No thought before of how people
became paralyzed
& how different it was for them
to lead out their lives
How things drastically change
in the wind of just one breath
How it seems that we walk always
one moment away from death

It's taken nine very long months
to even get my head straight
For me to want to deal
with this strange twist in my fate
I know everything happens for reason
occuring for some good
Sometimes it doesn't seem that way
when it's hardly understood
The greatest struggle now
to gather what's left of the unbroken
Make sense of all those crazy thoughts
words that were never spoken
The longest journey to wander
hardest role to ever play
Strangest trial to bear
the weirdest twist of fate
Something for each of us
makes it worth the struggle for
Something hiding behind the myths
all those prophecies of Ancient lore
Blessings my friends who understand
Linda Amber Andreena Paige
Bearing the same kind of cross
helping me keep the faith
Old friends disappear unable to cope
with friendship in this way
But there are newer friends to replace
those who run away
Place emphasis on what's eternal
a life in the immortal journey of a soul
Keep it all in perspective
watch it all unfold

Somewhere in
my broken, paralyzed body
is the seed
of what I shall become.

-Joni Eareckson Tada

For the Shepherd Center Parents

Sorry to all the parents
crying now passing time
Unable to cope with weird situations
and thoughts that cross their minds
Seeing their children broken
shattered in a whim
facing dire circumstance
chances nil to slim
For the way they'll quickly age
nights in I.C.U. they lie awake
Trying anything to help in some way
anything but to wait
Grieving hearts sad
a million questions to the Lord
never doubt the paths of choosing
for those who seek strange reward
They will forget how to laugh
worry excessively too much
never taking time to rest or nap
doing things in rush
Wanting it to be
the way it was before
untouched by the fate
that knocks upon the door
Lord bless the parents of this world
who bear the brunt of hurt
So difficult is it for them
having to do all the work
Bless us Great Spirit with smile
a gesture of your grace
So we may be strong in hope
in the trials we now face
My mother my father
no greater blessing there could be
The strange bond we know have
stemming from this injury

We ei`ther make ourselves miserable
or we make ourselves strong.
The amount of work is the same.
-Don Juan

A Different Way of Being

Another Day passes
yielding to Night
slowly turning
cascades to shade
Keen silence
ample time to write
recollecting events
& decisions that I've made

Extremely weird
this different way of being
so much time
to siffle thought
Almost used to waking
in this weird kind of dream
unsure sometimes
what it is I'm being taught

Always seeming to wonder
how we ever came to be
seeking answers
to questions unknown
Here I am
pondering improbability
sometimes sowing seeds
of lessons never sown

Misunderstood sometimes
the weird quirks of fate
In a battle who decides
which of us should fall
Why some die immediately
some to wait
Why them why us
why any at all

There must be a will
reason to endure
something to keep me
wanting to survive
Life is the key
enchanting its allure
the most Sacred blessing
is just to be alive

What of this time
marred by natural disasters
the many predicaments
testing our race
It is a time
for each of us to master
conditions we are in
struggles we must face

Each carries rocks
though some carry boulders
each a cross
a burden to bear
Some are like Atlas
the world on their shoulders
carrying more
than even seems a fair share

Scales weighed
measured in the end
though we live this moment
& struggle right now
We'll be together forever
all of us again
the suffering of our souls
redeemed somehow

Sometimes it's hard enough
to face the pain
endure hurt
felt in heart
Sometimes it's our own thinking
that drives us insane
the faith we struggled to gain
falling apart

It's okay to hurt
to know we're not alone
some days are good
others sad
Must remember though
wherever we roam
That the good days always
outnumber the bad

Pleasure in our presence
the Creator's enchanted world
The warm sun dawns
in the smile of a spring flower
Youthful innocence
a newborn boy or little girl
delighted with life
every second of ever hour

Sensory satisfaction
pleasure for the soul
everything done
we thought to do
Can never surrender my dreams
or struggling for my goals
Hold fast to faith
angel grace will pull me through

Here the moment's effect
entrances my mind
the miracle
of every second that passes
This life is but a dream
& dreams fade with time
like thunders of lightning
happening in short flashes

Such a blessing
to be alive
part of the creation
thank & praise the Creator
Every moment we have of life
each rising day falling night
Each memory is like
another sunset to savor

Unable to clarify the mire
of false beginnings
we are what we
force ourselves to be
not what we crawl from

-Hunter

Papa's Gone

Remember the magic
never will I forget
the way it moved my heart
Your death tragic
another sun has set
leaving the world in dark
Strumming for the Angels now
leaving them eyes-wide in awe
Just as you did us 4 or 5 nights a week
every tour I can recall
Fortunate to have known you
hear the songs you've cried
Fortunate to have experienced with you
some moments before you died
I'll never forget songs you've sung
or memories we had to share
Fortunate to do things we've done
I'll see you when I'm there
an incredible dream Jerry
the longest strangest trip
Thanks for the wild ride, dear friend
for everything you did
Thanks for the sound
words deep with thought
Thanks for showing us home
those of us who sought
You were more than just a light
calling the children home
You were always a reminder for us
of where we were going
All the stories names faces
shows & dates we did
Blessed were we to have experienced
to live the lives we lived

So I'll just say I love you my friend
which I never said before
And let it go at that
the rest you can ignore.
-Hunter
Estimated Prophet
Excerpt from Terrapin Station
by The Grateful Dead

My time coming any day
don't worry about me no
Been so long
I felt this way
I ain't in no hurry no
Rainbows end down that highway
where ocean breezes blow
My time coming voices say
they tell me where I go

Gonna be just like they say
them voices tell me so
My time coming any day
don't worry about me no
don't worry
no no
don't worry about me no

California
preaching on the burning shore
California
I'll be knocking on the golden door
like an angel
Standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise
I know I'm going to shine

my time coming anyday
dont worry about me no
going to be just like the say
voices tell me so
been so long I felt this way
i ain't in no hurry no
cause I know I lead the way
and they tell me where I go

California
Prophet on the burning shore
California
I'll be knocking on the golden door
like an angel
standing in a shaft of light
rising up to paradise
know I'm going to shine

You've all been asleep you would not believe me
voices telling me
you will soon receive me
shining on the beach the sea will part before me
fire wheel
burning in the air
You will follow me
and we will ride to glory
Way up in the middle of the air
I'll call out thunder
and speak the same
My word will fills the sky with flame
might and glory gonna be my name
and their going to light my way

my time coming any day
don't worry about me no
going to be just like they say
them voices tell me so

don't worry about me no
ain't in no hurry
don't worry about me no

11:11

Not only will I walk again
I will live to see the day
Not only will I rise again
but I'll live to show the way
Not only will they come again
but they'll sound a distant thunder
Not only will they shine like the sun
they'll fill the world with wonder
Not only does the Earth know now
all the creatures sense it too
Not only do all the books foretell
they also told us what to do
Not only do I join the search
I commit it my whole life
Not only will I go
but 144,000 to meet the Christ
Not only will the old ones come
but those who've parted last
Not only will we know the future
we'll know the distant past
Not only will the sky shine clearer
but everything we can see
Not only will I be a part of you
you will be part of me

And God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes;
and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow,
nor crying,
neither shall there be
any more pain:
for the former things
are passed away.

-Revelation 21:4

Justin

My son now 6
me in miniature form
worlds different
we are the same

If I would have stayed
to watch him grow
how different would he be
Would I know the things I know
would I see the things I see

He sits in my lap
driving my electric chair
impervious
to glancing eyes

Setting up his army men
hands me the dice
instead of throwing
to knock them down
I roll
he loses six

Monopoly monster
he plays for us all
we never even roll the dice
but of course he always wins

Where's your girlfriend, Justin?
Which one?
Father like son
were more alike than not

He doesn't understand
the implications of my injury
or think me broken at all
I still beat him at Nintendo
& he likes the way I draw

He says you walk
Let me ride

A model now
paid to decorate pages
He'll fly to a New York agency
to pose for school boy ads

A summer in the big city
freedom for his mom
He'll wonder one day
about words woven
into the tapestry of my poems
pictures I've so patiently
given my life's blood

He prays at night
before fading to dreams
wishing I could walk
so he can have
my electric chair

One day he'll reach a point
where he will challenge
the dreams & pointless goals
of children more lost than he

From my great grandfather to me
they will go to him
& they will make him wonder
wondering he will come to me
with questions
he does not yet romance

& I'll be there to explain
the passions of my soul
things that go unknown
for they will be unable
to answer or understand
his special difference

Sunshine & Purple Roses

Freedom & I came in
Security sat watching t.v.
Sisters worlds apart
the way they are
& wish to be
After session
Freedom leaves to freshen
Security occupied
by channel 3

She said, "I'm worried about the planet."
I said, "Because you don't think
it can fend for itself."

She said, "I don't know what to think?"
I said, "I know because I have seen."

She said, "What have you seen?"
I said, "Visions held by few."

She said "Where did you see them?"
I said "Places touched only by the spirit which dreams."

She said, "Do you meditate?"
I said, "Meditation is not something you do
but something you are like church
is not somewhere you go but somewhere you are."

She said, "Who are you to say these things?"
I said, "A visionary, a wandering poet,
I seek images attractively mysterious, arousing to the inner mind. In love
with an angel muse, I wander about
chasing her pleasure, seeking moments
of creative inspiration to entice her
into singing to me soft words, I can
only try to express."

II. Inspired Soul

Freedom & I
lay upon the grass laden hill
under the erupting night sky

I said "For you are sun that burns the evening
showers from my eyes, You light the ashes
of a long dead fire within me."
She said "You romantic fool."

& I tended to believe;
For what am I
but the young one
who says what in my heart
I feel to be true
The still of the night
possesses such a power
as to make one
speak so foolishly,
& my heart will burden me
for not sharing my truth

I said "Come with me on my journey, a simple
sabbatical, a sojourn, a vacation if you will."
She said "No, I cannot for I do not fully understand
this mind of yours, the intricate workings, the delicate details, or even the passion."
I said "Surely, you must understand that. If you
would simply join me... I can show you
love, freedom, inner peace, I can reveal
to you things hidden, unseen, misunderstood
by prying eyes. I can show you how to free
yourself from societal constraints &
expectations"

She said "But at such a price?"
I said "What price is it to live in eternal, or even
this worldly freedom, awakening with the
new day, feeling the fire growing ever
brighter within you?"

Avatar

Elders meditate upon the word
learning secret doctrine
Several others sit in silence
going deep within
Jesus confronts the risen
sprung from earthly graves
Speaking to children reborn
chosen to be saved
He said to the children
welcome to your home
It is long that you've struggled
long that you've roamed
Many from each nation have come
to honor their presence here
From worlds within worlds
both far & near
Some of you though righteous
are still ignorant of truth
Though you've made it thus far
there is still much you must do
We are delighted you could make it
join us at this special time
Here where all is well
the summer always reigns
Caught in separation
you argue amongst yourselves
But separation is an illusion
it never existed & never will
Think of earthly countries
the many different states
The many peoples there
the one world that it makes
The one ocean surrounding
the different bodies of land
The many races making up
the varied faces of man
The different planets orbiting
the heart of the central sun
Each following a different path
but still bound to the one

Visualize the many stars
interlacing the canvas of night's sky
How many more can you still not see
glancing with naked eye
Whether great or small
all is part of one dream
Working in harmony always
a small part of Everything
One piece of the puzzle
connected & dependent together
All working in sync
to create the dream we call forever
& though all things vary
in dimension size & form
From one source is everything created
from one source all things are born
The Sacred Blessing of Creation
honor to the Father of us all
For the many wonders plain to see
every moment we can recall
Anything we might wish to know
already within our soul
A piece of truth inside everything
every piece of the whole
Centuries of war unwarranted
though it brought you here
Now that you are away from that world
everything is clear
Anything you might wish to know
feel free to ask
We are all fellow wanderers treading
different lengths of the same path

Blessed and holy is he that hath
part in the first resurrection:
on such the second death hath no power,
but they shall be priests of God and of Christ,
and shall reign with him a thousand years.

-Revelation 20:6 Peace Warriors

The Gold Sun
in holy brightness fell
like an atom bomb
to the target horizon
decorating sky
in fierce fiery tones

Pink pastel grays
spring lavenders strewn
before a pre-night moon
first quarter full
11:30 in the sky

Slow fading day
twilight wind
wanders away
gentle ripples smooth
lake surface settles
mirroring reality

Post-day pinks give way
to hazy maroons
& burgundy wine red clouds
riding the harps
of crickets defining Night

A glance above the horizon
a steel bird leaves trace
through invisible space
surfing atoms
to small to see

Venus
beneath a mothering moon
where the sky turns navy
darkness encroaches
electric lights elongate shadows
for underworld creatures
joining the procession
of frogs in choir

The moment lost
to Night
& fading words

The way back slow strolling
intensely dark roads
barely lit by spotted houses
mellow in my mood
just kind of looking out
wondering about
the blessing of this scene
my ears & mind enchanted by
bootleg Brother Pat
dropped by last week

Frontside
Estimated >Eyes>
Wharf Rat>Terrapin
Backside
Scarlet/Fire>Morning Dew
Werewolves of London

Memories flooding
recalling silent
virtuous moments
of Family singing
to one groove
with Jerry
focusedly fingering guitar

Lucky were we
to see him strum & sing
before heading out
for Terrapin

Goodbye Brother Uncle Friend
for moments of treasure
memories too good to be true

Unexpressable tears
for smiles in my heart
nothing left but tatters
shatters scattered
in strange arrays

It was about this time
the Boys would come again
psyched for tour
I guess
I'm just missing the way
it used to be

Love you Jerry
never a chance
to tell
many thoughts sent to you
for ones you've given me
like my mother & father
I hold you dear
to heart

Gone are the days
we stopped to decide
where we should go
we just ride

-Grateful Dead

Decipher the Illusion

Seen I
where
how
The Everything
came into being
my own piece
of collective memory
place
part
within it all

Conscious
black voided silence
star-chocked
celestial realms
blessed full
in magnitude
delight
elemental shapes
occupying space
in every precise form

Silent longing
tearful search
for lost honor
myself
crazy
in a crazy world
doing things
I didn't understand to do

Momentary vision
supernovas & memories
cosmic wombed Yin/Yang
spiralling spectral stars
siring synchronized galaxies
studding
darkwinged night
like a glittering
diamond mine

Smoky words as offering
parched breaths
still silent sitting
empty mind
open & waiting
intending
incredible knowing...
...keen clarity...
...rush...

Onslaughting answers
surfacing insights
pardoning confusion
Spirit
reflects upon itself

Undeniable knowing
starcast souls
moving infinity
evolution
eternal expansion

Crashing worlds within worlds
bacteria stars
spit space debris
Shooting Stars
like thunderbolts
to test invisible boundaries
setting high heavens vault
aflame

Fireworking
an estranged
fall from grace
like broken winged Lucifer
exiled to duty
in other realms
abroad
from the Bright Ones
still stepping ambrosial spheres

Ghost phantom spirits
sacrificed
like rain
we would take shape
if only
to feel the falling
free flighted sensation
of occupying form

Chosen
choosing themselves
evaporated souls
a call to join
the unbound
themselves found
in the absolvement
of curious dreams
& wanderings

Souls aroused
to incarnation
we wake
on Sweet Sistered Earth
vibrant
in glowing form
some divisible
some invisible
to creatured eye

She smiles back
emerald thanks
to gloss-eyed sun
supporting
flowing flowered fields
full
of bright winged
butterflies & bees
spying
sweet nectar
from petalled fountains

The bright eye of remembrance
awe inspiring Sun
beckoning
Nephilim children to rise

Together
forever interlocked
the puzzle of one soul

Niburian Dawn

Lost myths
forgotten Kingdoms
culture predating man
still megalithic
signatures stand tall
abandoned
overshadowed in foyeric
mushroom mangled courtyards
cut to pattern for celestial view

Nazca lines hint of their past significace
crop circles mark their return
wise stargazers
aligning cities to heavens influence

Grand astronomical temples
glory their deeds
as they molded
to the rhythms of the mother

Who were they to know so much
so young in history

Legacied their tales
we laugh their fables off
to superstition

Here the Gods roamed
divining human form
gathering minerals
to adorn beautiful lives
intruding this plane of thought

Stately statues
celebrate their tales
wide-etched murals
stone carved
to exact precision
defy explanation
or rational thought

What if we're going backwards
having lost our connection
& it's worse than its ever been

Each strategically placed equatorial city
harbors collective memory
of surpressed lives
standing for a time
when mythic life
existed as real
coursely aligned
constructed to sun & stars
moonbacked
otherworldly
silhouetted by mystery

Hidden still pregnant
in earthen mounds
cities vast in secrets
forgotten myth
lore
dormant vine covered
releasing only
broken glyphed temples
jut to wide sky
observant of sky realms
& celestial uncertainties

Satellites now spot lost location
soon the secret
of altars
raised to sun
reaching rainforest rooftops
hosting
50ft Serpents
hidden among
birds of paradise
flocked in every color

Glance on Time

Unimaginable sophistication
the lifegiving drama
cycle of changing seasons
spring rain transfusing wet energy
flushing
green grassy carpets
thick
in forests dogwooded
abounding life & sound

Myself now
forever found
can never speak
words unspoken
claiming to know
only what i've seen
& felt
in the deep adventure
of exploring soul

Doubting all
you throw before me
no mindless brute
look about
see which creature
walks in weird angles
lost among it all

Silent creeping
wide-eyed
& steady breathing
I
a serpent among tall grass
chasing
invisible thought to word

Farwalker

My eternal focus
ceremony
communing with Spirit
nothing exists
beyond that

Every step in harmony
all existence
every relation
I
no more than
the fairy lightning bug
who seeketh
through the moment
to spray
a praise of light
for the Great Spirit
that founded us all

My immortal soul
knowing all of nothing
carries the secret memory
of a lost time
a dream away
when the energetic souls
of all sentient creatures
inter-meshed
with bright light
of fading fast stars
streaming testimony
on filaments
of invisible energy

Thankful for conscious awareness
the gift of my knowing
hurting for nothing
fearing nothing
I am nothing
yet everything exists
within me

Not so individualized
separation a questionable myth
like being born

Existence
eternal limbo
at one time
all felt
the heartbeat of one soul

The release associated with
birth & dying
formlessness forming

Something about completion
shocking everytime
the instant of absoluteness
undeniable knowing
reunion

He who knows others is learned;
He who knows himself is wise.
He who conquers others has power of muscles;
He who conquers himself is strong.
He who is cotented is rich.
He who is determined has strength of will.
He who does not lose his center endures,
He who dies yet remains has long life.

-Laotse

Lightworkers

Well hell
did I get what I needed done
or do I have to go back again?

Are you sure???
What lesson did I miss?

What's it going to be like
this go round?

What threat to oblivion?
The Planet coming to life?
Sure
she must protect herself,
but
what of catastrophes???

...I'm not so sure
I want to go back,
are there no other assignments???

42 years
until the Arrival.
Alright,
just don't let me forget too long!

Who knows that he does not know is the highest...

The people of the world are merry-making,
As if partaking of the sacrificial feasts,
As if mounting the terrace in spring;
I alone am mild, like one unemployed,
Like a new-born babe that cannot yet smile,
Unattached like one without a home...
...Patient as the sea,
Adrift, seemingly aimless.

-Laotse

Exhile

Ancient navigators
bent on wandering adrift
we plumed
feather stars
shifting swift
in precise alignments

Chased pebble mooned planets
hugging dark perimeters
elliptical orbits
cometing Grand Sun
& each other
pulling
uncertain influence
upon souls born to form
uncomfortable
in exodus

Fated destinies
coincidental encounters
tricky Spirit
disguised form
not so rare visitation
dawning the morning
of my awakening

20 years
I roamed
lost
among loose souls
wallowing
occupied by cooked up dreams
& corrupt authoritative rule
people sleeping
dormant
as unfound as
Ancient Atlantis
escaping now
from pondering view

My windfeathered muse
passioned in her pleasure
sprinkles kindly
words
refreshing as rain
pushing me
tauntingly
steadfast
to my akashic fate
allowing for only
small periods of deviation

One path to follow
worthy enough
to fully appease
the strange hungerings
of my ageless
immortal soul

What a long strange trip it's been
would have had it
no other way

Before the Heaven and Earth existed
There was something nebulous:
Silent, isolated,
Standing alone, changing not,
Eternally revolving without fail,
Worthy to be the Mother of All Things.
I do not know its name
And address it as Tao.

-Laotse

For Them That Might Understand

We read
a full two hours
poem upon poem
to motley gentle crowd
ready for my dish

Back-room scene
bean-bag posh
soft oriental intimacy
all cradled space
upon color matted floor

Back-room back-door
downtown backstore
CJ fingering soft keys
setting the tone
for quiet introspection

Mellow mood
seance enchanted
needing only fragrance
to spice
heavy handed room air

No cooler group
one could call
to assembly

Three stood out
always with me it's women
flower skirted Kirsten
wife of the Allman's
Tour Manager
she having
just come off the road

Another
a spritely lady
having seen Tiahuanaco
some months before
& the owner
Lily
beautifully kind
entertaining as hostess

Wind song
& gentle music
to calm the pace
soft words
setting the space
for restful relaxation
poetry intoxication
a mild movement
closer
to that hidden place
of forgotten dreams

Tonight
I would give them
pieces of my life
they would see beyond
the mask of my fate
& not judge me
for where I sit
presently

Yes
tonight
I will reopen
lost
forgotten wounds
banished tears
memories
of joy & laughter

Moments unwordable
shaped
sculpted
forming broken poems
of visions forgotten
paradise lost

Sharp slicing knife
thick throbbing vein
free wet
crimson-colored blood
oozing out
dripping slowly
in dribbling drops
precious life
moments
remembered words
to you
the offerings
of my poetic soul

Opening
Midsummer's Night
follow Natural Mystic
Suzanne with Concrete Jungle
then collaboration
on Inspired Soul

20 or so
other poems
trailing various reflections
selections
covering the past 4 years
of my life's
strange coursing

Familiarly bizarre
the movements
beats
pause
romancing music
cascading
with confessional voice
whispering
rippling poems
deep with thought

How everyone hung amazed
on every syllabled word
breathing as I breath
pausing as I pause
to look up into their faces

Theatrically inclined
what empowerment
what presence
Suzanne reflects
swift sure-footed
bounding soft syllables
in gymnastic grace
tumbling
word to word
pausing only
to drink deeply
from the clear cool
clean flavored pool
of quenching thought

How she shocked even me
with the freshness of life
spurned forth
by new passioned voice
how she taught me
to express
my own scriptures
aloud with new vigor
& meaning

As black-mooned Night
crept its way westward
undercover
of bat-winged darkness
drapery of dot stars trailing

I feel certain
we succeeded
for a time
in fading out
traditions old
& abandoned

We momentarily
offered new words
written in new ways
with new styles
unstructured
untainted
untouched
by interpretations
of minds long past

Mounting a new velvet Night
together sounding
soft smooth words
spaced-out in quiet appeasing

We shared the miracles
of my lunatic life
as they moved me
in time

To love nature
is to love God
for in nature
does one feel
the eyes of God
upon him

-Z
Beautiful Freak

Don't judge me
my friend
brother sister
there is only One
honored above all
worthy of that deed

New morning sunrise
through thick shaded trees
summer backporch
lizard lounging
mellow mind

8:30 early morn
traffic steady pouring
noise
outside hollow walls
of our roadside crib

Distant mower blaring
throttle screaming high
distraught dogs
barking upset
pent-up
in square cornered pens
square cornered yards
of square cornered lots
urban blocked America

Yet know I
the peace
of this subtle moment
still soft
hummingbird hum
eerie morning
shadow song
of cricket cicadas
doing their thing

Families
of hatchling birds
young ones
already at play
sound rooftop heights
announcing presence
praising
the lightgiving orb
rising
in slow steady movements

Helios
in his ascent
spreading thin ringed
rose gold fingers to Dawn
white robed
in glittering glory
merits morning now
with the sunrise of his lips
fanning light
to the Tall Ones
holding arms upright
high in constant prayer

Their long lives
spent reaching out in vain fashion
to faraway heat
like kamikaze moths
seeking holy flame
suicidal in their desire
effort
to get back to the Light

They stretch always
for golden warmth
reaching
green leafed fingers
expanding forward
budding blossoms erect
like red velvet roses
on steady stem

4 days
of appeasing rainbowed rains
lifeblood
for the chain of children
linked so delicately
to one another

I've missed you
Bright One
your smile on my face
warmth of your grace
distinguishable from all others

Prayer to honor
the High One
Bright-winged
so giving of his pleasure

Home
in the midst of it all
a role I play
to complete

The Christed One
Jesus
knew Tarot-like
he was to die
at betraying hands
prophecy for martyr blood
nothing a deterrent
eternal reward
living for dawning realities

That's what I teach:
trust yourself,
trust your intelligence,
trust your own heart,
its feelings-
and even if sometimes
it looks crazy
to follow those feelings,
go with them.
It is better to be crazy
according to your own heart than to be sane
according to others.
That sanity is worthless.
It will never bring you any joy,
it will never bring you
any benediction.
All benedictions are for those who resolve to be themselves.

-Rajneesh

Enchanted Twilight

Ghosts cars dart by occassionally
penetrating sheet rock walls
to thin to dim

Ebon
panther night
Mayan encryptic
soft floating dogwoods
unfold their secrets
to distant scintillating stars
beckoning curiously

Newborn
neon morning springs to life
butterfly witness
unfolding soft parade

Tao-zen
shikantaza contemplation
thoughts cascade
reflection wavers

Blessed again
The Independent Waiver
Freedom
Choice
Oppurtunity
break from school
to pursue
artistic endeavor

Space/time
to resettle devastation
no stress to impinge
transformation
destination known

Choice left
for any disheveling pursuit
maybe a 3rd Book
Zen Joins Alice In Wonderland

Wow
long its been
since I've entertained
fleeting visions
pondered mindless dreams
in search for deeper meaning

Can't be as they say
refuse to surrender
or believe without knowing
thoughts flowing

Would you believe
in bed now
squashed by laptop & paralysis
4:20 in the morn
deciding upon poem
chase elusive thought
guide for wandering soul

Did I know my words
would empower so many
affect possible Eternity

Found myself in place
to make difference

So here i go
dive into flow
words reflection
inspiration
drift away

Maybe one day
in some strange way
i'll say something
worth knowing
and pass it on
-wink

Listen to your feelings,
listen to your highest thoughts,
listen to your experience.
Whenever one of these
is different
from what you've been told
by your teachers
or read in your books,
forget the words.
Words are the least reliable
purveyor of truth.

-N.D.W.

Mystic Fantasia

Thoughts of Shannanda
dazzle mind fantasy
photographic images
blessing of traded memory

Looking back now
she didn't believe me either
at first
having never even mentioned it before
& she
never having heard of it til then

Shamanic
shadows conjure dark silence
trading angles
with Grim orby nocturnal moon

Grand stars
witness extravagance
peeking spectral clouds
smiling bright in approval

The moment left us to silence
with only each other
for comfort

Words traded in soft eloquence
til conversation
singing meaningless withdrew

We gave
to what beckoned

Willing
we converged
melted
into each other
intermingling auras
& fate

Wanting
pleading with cat eyes
sweet abyss
sanctioning mysteriously

Obliging
I pushed her limits
exploring all angles
& possibility

Soft gestures
whispered eloquence
stolen breaths
quivers of hesitance

She gave me her secret
on a pearl chalice
with fingerling knotwork
to highlight
her jewel

Love lead us to memories
& laughter
resonance

Smiles intruded
ocean summers
the Dead
miles on the road
awake with carnation sunrise
race Diamond sun
to westward horizon

We shared
experieces gripped by few
there would be these words
to celebrate

But who will know
or understand
Reality of open road
freedom of life in a van
fresh dreams everyday
pursue new wandering sun
I myself find it hard to believe
life can be so much fun

Therefore the sage seeks freedom from desire.
He does not collect precious things.
He learns not to hold on to ideas.
He brings men back to what they have lost.

-Lao Tzu

II. Druid Moon

One night
she said I am ready
"I want you to take me through."

"Your Sure?"

"I've thought this through."
she said again
eyes glazing ambitiously

'You must prepare
to die
like one who faces war"

Prayers & Invocations
Feathers Ancient
California White Sage
polishes aura of her being
thick healing smoke
banishes energies
myriad candles
exude the mood of her soul

Neither did she believe
their dogma
she wanted to know
through revelation

I would open
crack the worlds
& let her recieve
their mystery

In a smile
I lead her
to the Elothean fairied forest
where night blackens hearts
with threat of concern

I would take her
to where free experience
would make her decision

My confidence brought her assurance
she knew by my display
eyes burning crimson fire
jaded
deep voided
having seen
what they'd seen
somewhere
sometime long before
he had done this ritual
stumbling on some secret
along his way

Ceremony unworded
undefined & unspoken
somehow he learned
what he's showing me now
& has done this
strange incantation before
in times never admitted or seen

III. Sweet Sundance

"Here you must leave it all behind
forget all you've been taught
or thought you've known"

Preparations made
New Year brought in
6-foot under
in shadowy Hobbit darkness
with none but phantom visions
& warm comforting steam
to entertain our minds & each other

Young one
Auburn windsage
earthborne starsong
fawn eyed fatale
trying strong
to be unfearing
curious wonderment
betrays your temptation

"Here you must go alone."

I prepared her
best I could
singing the ritual songs
taught to me by no other

Invocation
humble respect
devote words
focused breaths
God concentration
creating space
ripe for the unknowable

She gazed hard into darkness
unable to see
scared but intrigued

Propelling onward
lured by feeling
curious to what lie beyond
she watched my naked body
conditioned for sitting
& moments like these

Spine straight-relaxed to dream
eyes closed
lips curled in strange grimace
long sweet breaths
mantric focus

Peace
oneness
flickering lids
sure sign
of departure

Her hair dangling free
eyes piqued with curiousity
she thought
what a strange cat
& herself in such awkward situation

Spirit came in consequence
felt & rarely seen
taking on images of rare beauty
undispensable to words
with the knowledge of all knowing
in its blessing

I always try to hold the moment
not let it go
bask in the feeling
amazement of grace

Contact origin
fearing unknown certainty

She wondered
Could this be??
How is this possible ??
Where was knowledge
experience of it hidden?

"For those who know
truth was never hidden
signs reach
from all direction
and in all strange form"

A journey of a thousand miles starts under one's feet.

-Lao Tzu

IV. Nirvana

My angel spirit floated
in a thousand dreams of well-being

Again grateful
for whatever it is
I'd done to bring me here
to grant me the reward
of this experience

She too felt it
immediately
tears rivered
soft dovelove eyes
forever changed in every way

Bacchian intoxication
she was humbled to tears
glad beyond belief
oracled
beneath the black moon twilight
where Spirit
whispers secrets
to those who know
to call

They tested her to see
it was her trial
I had forewarned

Stumbling only a moment
she gestured
Zulu defiant
holding ground
until the dark visions subsided
heart pumping incredibly
her breath stilled to rest

Having succeeded
they would take her
as they had me so long ago

Show her the things
that all reflection remembers
& will always know

Truth is forgotten supressed not lost

Upon entering the physical universe,
you relinquish
the remembrance of yourself.
This allows you to choose
to be who you are,
rather than simply wake up
in the castle;
so to speak.

-N.D.W.

V. Communion

Now I would enter
her space dance
& this moment
would be ours
unlike any she'd known before

I should show her ways
portals to higher space
higher feeling
she'd never thought to know
or ever imagined to feel

Together we ripped into forever
burning remembrance into soul
elaborate rituals
tantric passion
communing mystery

Estranged vision
intermingling space
crisping secret time
cosmic answers
intelligent wisdom
rained from some source
greater than we
linking me & she
to Everything
& every thought
thats ever thought to be

Our spirits flew forth
to the bright promise
of something more
& now she knew for sure
without doubt to confuse

Whatever force
that chose me long ago
to bring me here
wiser & greater & I
forever thanks
for this undeniable feeling
of humbled union

Somewhere,
you've come across the idea
that to deny yourself is godly,
that not to celebrate life is heavenly.
Denial,
you have told yourself,
is goodness.

-N.D.W.

VI. Epilogue Love

I never spoke a word of it
or had her describe
her experience was hers
though I knew
where she'd gone
& where'd she'd been

She too
was grateful
never innocent
or unknowing

She remembered all herself
& needed no authority
hence more

She was her own pool of knowledge
& knowing

Realizing that
truly was the way
& had always been
she struggled with thoughts
of how to say
thank or repay

I know I felt the same
so long ago...

Accept who and what you are right now.

-N.D.W.

Moon Mage of Elanth

Awaken
forever & a day blazes away
God sun
Gold Glory
heaven alighted by breaking skies

Cottonpuff clouds
phat
like carnival cotton candy
dot skies
fantasying this dream

Clouds bask
in colored glow
always twilight to inspire
no other time
is the alignment of forces
so harmonious
so perfect in grand synchronization

Never had the veil
been so easily piercable
Lambrusco
dead Western Sun
pulls glory
to the curved tilt
of horizons edge

I'm missing Venus

Living a reality
few understand
I am
where the few go
Lotus flower
in hand
strange man
something weird in what I know

Khri fire my keep
immortality my eyes
wheelabout in silence
writing looking
observing all I see

No longer confused
or lost for unknown reason
different now
beyonding death
four times over
just this walk

New life inspiration
insight reaching
both worlds

Into darkness
I Always stare
to learn its secret
no longer seeker
but sought out
hippy shot out
but so much more

Great Sleeper Dreamer
universewalker
I am
here to face
the guardians of twilight
& prove uncommon valor

Neither this body nor that
I am he
that slips here to there
cracking worlds
never sleeping
watching always

I am
sees all
feels all
knows all
is all
& you

Once the whole is divided, the parts need names.

-Lao Tzu

Doors of Perception

Perceptions waver
varying truth

Percieve without judgement
see without the mind to intefere

Tao
Spirit
Great Mystery
all there is
love to you

Humanity
small miniscule
tiny dirt particle part
of the greater consciousness
that birthed all creation
giving
all things
the gift of experience
within an unbelievably vast
universe of life
love to you

Small nevertheless
our intentions
are important
to balance the collective

We must intend together
harmoniously
rippling the instantaneous
fabrication of change

Allow thoughts to reflect high ideals
service to one another

We bring to ourselves
what we magnetically project forward

Thought
Word
Example
Experience

Smaller segmentation
endless breakup of
fragmenting truth

All pieces
shapes
reflect perfection
forever bound
to that which
birthed itself
& we into being

The Everything
myriad faced
& beautiful
in Grand design
complex intricacy

See me in all there is

All beauty is divine.
To worship beauty is prayer,
to be sensitive to beauty
is to be religious.
As one grows deeper and deeper
in to the feel of the beautiful
one comes closer and closer to God
because God is the ultimate experience
of the beautiful.

-Rajneesh

For Them In Knowing

One is come the other becoming
One found the other finding
One knows the other in knowing
One breathing one in breath

Praise
the Great undefinable formless blesser
of all life

Seen I again
visions I'd seen before
all those who'd seen the same
recognition

Look again friend into the world
small minute
are we
yet all exist to bless us
in collective glory

Gatherers
hunters of dreams
& treasured experience
wowed by unbelievably imaginative
items of life

Unlimited in anyway
from all probability
possibility
planetary exploration
astronaut by birth
free eye

Chase raging senses
through a smogarsboard
menu of possible choices
oppurtunity

I never meant to know
though I am humbled
to carry the lotus flower

The Coming becomes

Truths not unknown
but unbelieved
will fathom
from dark recourse

Ancestor Cities
probed by starborne satellites
unveil the secrets
of Elohim

Many will deny
most will never even be affected

How did it get to be this way
anyways?
What happens when it all falls in on itself?
Or as Morrison put it
"The Whole Shithouse Goes Up In Flames"

O you think it'll sustain itself
like this forever
-laugh

Pachamama's Dream

Lazy River
flowing
cascading memories

Tao
ever cycling
changing form
vapor
rain
river
ocean
nonthing dies
or was ever born

Forever will we play
& dance
in gardens of eternity
with friends & fortune
teaching each other
one another
about whats to come
but more importantly
what is

Bird song
peace of mind
flower
bright sunshine
daffodil wind
spring rainbows
naked to care
or worries

I am rambling
making sense to me
are you lost in my words-
Do you not see
the sparkle of realization
memory too
that indwells the far corridors of your
own souls knowing

Secret secrets
puzzle
new meaning
riddle me with your confusion

Maybe knowledge
was never what humans intended
maybe true wisdom
comes from inspiration
& is bound by no pages
but must be nurtured
with pursuit
like money

Muse lead
to this & that
how did I come to listen
to these secret whisperings

Think me crazy
but these words are for those
them that know
who feel beyond doubt
of what I speak

Give me your stories
blind histories
I will light our attachment
to each other
measure our similiarities
rather than differences

Available to all
unnecessary
to hermit ice topped
snow capped mountains
meditate frigid ice waterfalls
for inspiration

Life is beautiful
happening glamourously
beautiful to happen with it

Carpe Deum
can be found every where
in every moment
of every instance

Find it

You are, always and forever
in the moment of pure creation.

-N.D.W.

She That I Touched Strangely

I found one once
long ago
though unknowing
she was awakening
regardless of denial

We met touched
her spirit loved mine
& we intertwined
lives
in ways few can claim to know

She was the first
I took across

To much
too fast
I had told her to be ready
but how could she know
of what I spoke
& what we were doing

She didn't convey
the astronomical significance
of the particular time
I choose to do these rights

She just knew
the dark slate of the Moon
came out of nowhere
and swallowed the bright balled Sun
from lone skies
and that for a moment
limbo existed in truth

Though the world
continued in pursuit
of wealth and things

We were here
in amphibious
cacti strewn desert
naked
& witness
to the cosmic procession

There was genius to my madness
magic to my ritual

Nothing different
from what had been done long before
or would be done in future

Ok Ok
here it is
the secret to
all the ancient art
illustrating secretive poses

Ever tried conscious dreaming?
Sort of like dying you know
the moment of soul liberation
access to knowing
& fantasy

Like watching a movie
unchanging
working for those
who having proven
claim their right

No stumbling
upon accidental grail
the wish must be deliberate
prepared

Decipher the illusion
intent
focused will
God confidence

Go to those places
where memories are found

Verlaine said all poems are abandoned
we decide where & when
the thought never ends
& will chase away forever
all those in pursuit

Speaking to much already
& in too strange a way
who will even read it that truly knows

Zen 5:39 Wednesday
July 30th, 1997
15 years from Baktun 13

Tequila Rain

Hard lives
neverending commitments
ever amassing bills
credit debt
always something to reinforce
the heavy shackles
of society

Soft souls pushed
to packed frustration
some just beyond
breakdown in programming

Suffering duty
sworn allegiance
dedicated lifers
15 minute breaks to share their misery
comfort in complaining
joking about changing it all

Some work 60 hours a week
just to break even

Did we know
evolution
would lead to us
corporate enslavement
loss of whimsical notions

T.V. worlds
program
the horrors
of inherited rights & wrongs

Conscious choice
we create the realities we support
in the same way
we decide
to enter swift warm
morning fresh water
lovely bubbly zealing

Gentle soothing
rainbow rains
soft to being
heated to ecstatic perfection

Easy access showers
the blessing of modern living
drain away
all smug oblivion
caress morning skin
slip
slip
slip away

Tequila rain heals in its mystery

Strange Relating

She wheels beside me
in subtle Quickie grace
measuring her strokes
with still new precision

I watch her
entertained
by the new inspiration
she brings my life

Thoughts of Zeyla
outside
lizard lounging
in Georgia heat
m&m's river
sidewalk cracks

Funny how strange fate
plays out drama sometimes
worlds unaware
go flashing by
dharmic wheels spin
webs of mystery

Thoughts touched time
before ever rendevousing space
she saw me on the cover of a magazine
sent me a letter
weird we meet now
at a Rage concert in Atlanta

Life blessing me
for blessing others

II. Summer Rendevous

Raven night
Fiona whispers Sullen Girl
traffic slow in passing
I stare into laptop screen
mesmerized
romancing thoughts
futurizing life to words

Newer stranger
packaged with
her own chair

Strong-willed like me
Zeyla rolls through confidence
turning heads
with no thought of concern

7 months injured
still battling crippling pain
low-T
throbbing hurt
makes her cry

That is the way of it
everyday gets better

She manages straggling by
feeling lose inside
making it
if they let her

Unescapable attention
wheelchair appeal

They will look
without doubt
some will stare

Uncertain
how to feel
she struggles
to deal
find some appeal
to life again

Body contours to hard chair
changing her shapey curve
she must relax
into new space
& seek serene peace
in her awkward situation

Meditation
new state of being
forced quiescence
she must now humble
to new posture
proving to hersoulself
in all instance henceforth
that she is woman
empowered independent strong

I shall lead
guiding different direction
chasing her to dreams
unabsolved by Night

To where
the paperwinged butterfly
angel fairies gather
mindlocked
staring goldfaced sun
seeking new vision
on airy whisps of imagination

Myself doing the same
hawkeye vision green
she will know I dream
passions
like no other
she will see
as I see
strangly clear
childlike intoxication
new soul afloat
in worlds of dreamy possibility

The point of life is therefore
to create who and what you are,
and then experience that fate,
from all thoughts everywhere.

-N.D.W

Not Dead Yet

Among you for short time
settled in curious role
Machiavellic performance
Shakespearean style
watch me pass this life
in grand theatrics
touching every diamond star twinkling
celestial night sky

Life weird beyond words
scenes I enter now
political forums
a room of pressed suits
cameras
people of persuasion
able to impact laws
unjustly set

I want change
more than that I want justice
I see need in suffered eye
ravaged souls
once
reflection of myself
needing help

Service dharma
I want to be of aid
to brothers & sisters
who like me
were once shattered
beyond description
who now face
unbelievable circumstance

Utmost karuna
I wish them strength
in their time of need
because I know
their unbelievable pain
the space they experience now

& if I can work
to ease their struggle
even for single moment
then I will fight
for oppurtunity
to bring light to their lives

Remembrance
of my own shadowing
mother wailing
soft fluttering tears
fathering choking aback
trying to be strong
but crushed
unable to gaze
into hollow withdrawn eyes
trying not to show
nervous desperation

Me
their only child
touched by death
who stole me away
3 times from their clenches

I river tears now
& it feels good
because those days are gone
& I made it through

But now
I must help
as we all must help
for the time that I am here
I must do something
to ease someone's pain

& make sure
noone
has to go through
what I went through
to get to where I am

Praise the Spirit that brought me this far

These are the two most significant things in life
Truth has to be realized
and love has to be lived.

-Rajneesh

ADAPT- Think For Yourself Tour
Winter 1997 DC

Crisp winter cool
morning shade stiff in retreating
neck taut
chill
stubborn in leaving

Burned-out winter sun
late in rising
produces little heat
leaving the world
to colder shades

Colors stagnate
brisk grey ghetto wind
here gathered
ADAPT
honed & ready

Merge from afar
a thousand directions
to make this dream happen
let the show begin

Journeys
sabbatical from afar
it is important that we
inform you our wishes
ensure focus
upon worthy cause

They won't do anything
until we push them to proceed

So kick
get on it
it's not their life at stake
yet

So much work to get MiCASA here
work of so many heroes
already lost

Challenge
Bilirakis first
head of the enviromental/health subcommitee

2020 stagnates
stifled in paper
awaiting consideration
stumped by congressional nonchalance

People are dying

We want a date
promise of action now

We told you
our homes our your offices
& we meant it

They don't learn
it's almost silly
the way they try to hold out
& pussyfoot around
making bullshit promises
like we're some amatuer organization
who'd never done this before

Posted siege
for 5 hours
through 5 drafts
giving the media time to cop their story

They'd never seen anything like it
being immune to it all

Hidden away
in a DC building
on a DC street
protected by distance
& current legislation

Nursing home favoritism
jaded bias
we came from afar
massive in proportions
blitzkreig style
to say,
"Institutional bias
has not
will not nor could ever
serve the freewill
of the people!!!"

Swiftly
propogating the Rayburn building
streaming down halls & passenger corridors
we were in before
they knew what was up
& by then it was way late

Fierce in confidence
we gave presence
while still allowing free access
to labyrinthing passages
so they could draft their proposals
& do our work

More memories
more laughter
sharing older war stories
with newer soldiers

In fat numbers
we left enduring impression
imprinting lives
paths momentarily touched

They'll never forget us

Meeting our demands
in written terms
& letterhead reply

MiCASA
would go before the subcommitee
March
first quarter
98

Mission Accomplished
filter outside
feed the army
decide on further strategy
were next to go

II. CBO Shakedown

Lay siege
to the Congressional Budget Office
overseers of National fundage
& first step of a bill's
chance of approval

Sneak attack style
20 or so
deep infiltrated far corridors
of endless halls
locating Oneill's office
chancing intervention
taking over in quick instance

In sheer numbers
effecting legislation
by mass presence

They say its to expensive
that 2020 has no plausible chance
anytime in the near future
to become a real bill

Bullshit

We wanted resolution
to our demands
a written promise to look it over again
with us in the house
to guarantee quality assurance
& give expression
to the voice of the people

Wanna know what we need
ask us
we will be denied no longer

Quick infiltration
mass protest
60's style sit-in
chants for justice
& waiting
always waiting

They too
emerged from cubbyhole offices
with words to appease our passion
like Billirakis they would meet
with members of the leadership posse
reassess current interpretations
points of view

Letterhead proclamation
a tall bush headed women
with strong resonating voice
echoed
promised words to us

Lions roar
invigorated by conquest
quick speech
then further down
more cheers
as each battalion heard
got word of our victory
&
a meeting the following Wednesday

In & Out
smooth flowing
clockwork style
the voice of freedom
beacons our hearts
& spirits

No blood spilled
no soldiers lost
no families to suffer
Jesus smiles
Gandhi smiles
as does MLK

Apostilic feeling
of doing undeniable good
peace minded
head home for post feast strategy

Celebration
T-shirt sales
spliffy dreams
awake fresh from sleeping
eyes wet stinging
night metamorphisis
healing to do it all again

Christmas 97

When the Evening dies
yielding to spawn voided night
panther blackness
delivers
the promise of bright glowing stars
& luminous constellation dreams

Eclipsed
Dawn Christmas arises
beckoning all
streaming silver wings
flaring heaven's vault aflame
in shock colors

Mars Sun
buds morning
arching fingers to heaven
embracing mighty backed sky
in puff of pearlescent haze

I sit utterly amazed

Writhing seas of trembled hues
intersect imagination

Fate weaves on lives
aimlesssly wandering

Not all
are given a chance
to redeem their brokenness

Gatherers of battle scar
always rising from or headed
to ruin

Mock trials disguise
hidden devas
forcing them to live
secretly
masked in fate

I remember them
that have been forgotten
& tucked away

Christmas is for them
those less fortunate

Give to them
who have nothing
expect nothing

Seeing feeling differently
about everything
& everyone

New wings wheels
carry this shell of frame
beaten by fortune
to different experience

Indwells the Great Spirit
of soul
pushing me forward
to all new oblivion

Find me happening
as creation happens
rolling with the punches
lunging cheetah like
at every rabbit
of oppurtunity

Deep black abyss
smile on my face
aware of death
in every moment

See me dive
swan like grace
from the edge
plunge headfirst
without thought or hesitation
then pheonix rise
ufo style
cloud by day
light by night
like the sun from night's abyss
fresh newborn
hungry
teeth gritting
fiercely seeking
life art
passion

She said,
I didnt know
didn't even listen
to you
back then
but now
I understand

She was broken
by phantom car streaking
just walking along
enjoying sun on her face

She didn't even live here
but it didn't matter

Changed
transformed to sitting
given oppurtunity to see all
from different perspective

One second of tragedy
forever changes
the trial of soul