Those who are
broad-minded and considerate
are like the spring breeze, warm and nurturing,
at whose touch all beings grow. Those who are envious
and cruel are like the snow of the northlands,
stilling and freezing, at whose touch
all beings die.
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the gods wait to delight in you
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
men raise children on trivialities
It certainly wasn’t
fish who discovered water or
birds the air. Men built houses in part
out of embarrassment by the stars and raised
their children on trivialities because they had butchered
the god within themselves. The politician standing on
the church steps thrives within the grandeur
of this stupidity, a burnt out lamp
who never imagined
the sun.
there is some sort of spirit
We sense that
there is some sort of spirit
that loves birds and animals and the ants —
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you
in your mother’s womb. Is it logical you would be walking
around entirely orphaned now? The truth is you turned away
yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you
are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what
you once knew, and that’s why everything
you do has some weird
failure in it.
in your light i learn how to love
In your light
I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight
becomes this art.