i breathe god in and breathe god out eat god and shit god drink god, piss god, taste god, smell god, sweat god, hear god see only god god weaves through me and whispers me god boils my blood and cools my voice my walk is god’s, my hands are his, my eyes are hers,… Continue reading on god’s sweet leash
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where is the “you”
there’s so much “me” in this head so much “i know” and “you don’t” – this gestalt, this entity they call “i” is full up, like a closet whose owner refuses to take those old rags to the sally ann. where is the “you”? where is “would you like?” not “but you should” where is… Continue reading where is the “you”
prayer to be simple
when i was in germany, i picked up a slim little book of poetry, die gebete der demut (prayers of humility) by french poet francis jammes. he lived from 1868 to 1938. the poetry foundation says about him that he was … best known for his poetry of the natural world, in which he praised… Continue reading prayer to be simple