Dare try walking without life;
Foolish steps in eternal stride,
Lying on a a bed of stars…
Waking now in clashing light!

Kicked out of space and time
Pulverized in custom care;
Cooling earth takes in breath
As Eve and Adam sew in “sin.”…

The canvas of life is sometimes painted over
With a very deep and dark coat of color;
Stark and strong, against and covering;
Faded color or paleness of a blank slate.

Framed in darkness, the “work” sits alone;
Placed in the wearisome exile of patience.…

…a wind from God swept over the face of the waters!  

Love’s Breath exhaling, creates all time and space;
Stars and dust flowing outward towards life unconfined.
We are born and sustained in Holy Breath lifelong;
Never elsewhere but deep in the winds of this Love!…

How can a conscience clear itself when…
it only can see itself through the tortured eyes of “another”
whom it has vainly created to infuse with self-contempt?

 

Blindness seeks its justice by coloring images of its vacancy
on deep dark backgrounds that shine with a tepid sickness,
from billboards of blankness set above frantic crossings
I wimper from a corner of conscience that has wielded a sickle
blunted by furious madness of self-loathing.…

Eye look around and see it everywhere.
Such sadness, much hate,  such indifference, much grief,
Such violent discounting of precious Lifeflow,
Much ignorant blind-heartedness,  such scared-ness enraged.
Innocence and Wisdom trafficked in purpose
The pornography of conscience in slavery and sex.…