Without

Without the body
the Soul has no veins
to pour its blood through.
Without the lungs
the spirit would
wander aimlessly.
Without the Ego
I-Am
would have no
partner.

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Please God

Please god
please
I'm confused
but, Please
god please
I'm your child
please god
please
Even in tattered clothing
confused and a fool
please
god
please
may I
please
you

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Teacher

Mentor is a watered down
new age replacement
for those that
the cup runneth over.

Teacher, nothing to
learn
nothing to share
nothing to hide.

My cup
only has
holes.

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A Moments Moment

there are days
most days
when the waters
are not still
and the moon
is not reflecting
there are days
when shit happens
however
in a moment
of a moments
moment
thou art my
friend

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Silence

Ohhh....what is life
if one cannot
merge with silence.
You see, death
is silence.
Fear not, it's in silence
that the mouth cries
for its mother.
And she gives
birth to a living soul.

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All we need to know

I boil the water
my soul feels
its warmth
the cups are
set side by side
with compassion
the sacred spices
now replace emptiness
water and tea
infused
one for her
one for me
I and thou
all we need
to know

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Socks, Shoes and Feet

Socks, shoes and
feet
Where they bring
me
Thou shall speak

Soul
Who are you
Who
Thou shall we
meet

I alone am
I
Alone whom else
Who
There's so many

And
There's I alone

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El Shaddai

I called
and I called
again.
The glass
shattered
in my head.

Even, when
I'm riding
I can't
Help but
Yell,
El shaddai!
El shaddai!

At the holy
Hour,
I dream.
She enters
In transparent

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As a young boy

As a young boy

I remember
seeing a plastic
Jesus statue
with a finger
pointing to
his Heart

I remember
waking up
on Cold
frosty mornings
and reading
Notes of
Jack frost
on each window

I remember
in the Early

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Sanctuary

'And on the banks, on both sides of the river, there will grow all kinds of trees for food. Their leaves will not wither nor their fruit fail, but they will bear fresh fruit every month, because the water
for them flows from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves for healing.' ~ Ezekiel 47: 12

sanctuary
dying trees
and fallen
leaves

dried river
hungry heart
and wounded liver
sanctuary

bones of dust
sanctuary
my head
know longer knows

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