The Argument
I am become Nightmare
but Who Are They whose Sleep must be deranged?
Who are those whose Dreams are Hauntings?
will we know it in their Faces?
their
Voices?
the patterns of their Lives?
The Vision
Living in the midst of
what we hate, who will hear us
Change will come in time
they
say
we Wait
and in our waiting we Work
to turn the road
to alter the direction
to bring all that we
dreamed to pass for those who follow
if
not for us
the Waiting may consume
our earthly lives
but what of Meaning?
we must bring back the
spirit of the Journey
as told to us in
children’s stories
the ones we held to hearts
and believed as Truth
taught us how to live
together in Love
taught Respect Compassion
Rule
of Natural Law
the law of polity
if I die let it be in
Struggle!
in death seek Light
and bring its strength to
all Beings bring consciousness
bring
faith
we Know now inescapably
the unsounded depths
the immeasurable space and
time
it is not for Us, mere
flecks
of cosmic dust magnetized
to others
opposing poles attracting
poles
the same or other
unimportant
all end up in the arms of
Earth
while flying Free on the
Path of Moon
The Resolution
the Wind of Flame follows
the path of no resistance
or
Any resistance
There Is No Resistance
or so they say
we know this to be false
the Wind knows
the Flame knows
we who Started the Fire
know
we hold the knowledge to
our innermost unknowings
unacknowledged but
Possible
in the insubstantial world
Rebellion against the
extinction of races
of any Beings
All Beings
the conflagration spreads
who
can stop it?
Spirit Wind carries the
memory
carries the hopes
defines the Dreams of a
suppressed People
conspiring unknowing in
their own oppression
regulation
Opening comes with
blistering pain
Light floods in; ignorance
becomes impossible
comprehension fuels Rising
Rage
white
hot the Fire Bursts
in
sparks and sheers of heaven’s breath
unremitting
unanswerable
but
Not inconceivable
Profound and bottomless
the Well of Darkness
served to us
we are being Used against
the Future
the depths sustained with
false witness
the stories told made up by
those
who Made us crave their
favor
with harsh promises
somehow desirable
for all that
the scruff of beard
against tender skin
the overwhelming need
desire
impetus to Power
the tension
the plunging ever deeper
straining to obtain all
Truth
all Understanding
in that race to the finish
we will cross the line
Together Rising
into a place Only
attainable by the Act of Love
and
how will Love manifest?
and is it possible that we
rise together
two or more with desire
unslaked
and True Understanding
still to come?
for coming to the Peak of
the mountain
All is now descent
unless we Choose to fling
ourselves unafraid
into the ether
the lawless world of
swirling stars
our Mother shining full
and ever-changing
never-changing
above around beneath All
Ways always
How they torture us for
loving them!
the Roar of the Flames is
like applause
ringing out to Celebrate
our freedom
Who could we turn to in
our separate prisons?
but now the walls forever
burst and burned
abandoned in the rush to
Loving
there Are No Walls!
there Are No Walls!
