A call to unity

They disunite us, we conquer and reduce ourselves.

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Stomach of pleasures

A time cultivating poverty

of the spirit,

the flesh hungers for more that is of temporary fulfillment,

filling the stomach of pleasures made from old stone.

Religions of the wind,

the dead of spirit rise to claim life

gasping from artificial breath,

spewing amens from dead bowels,

the withered hand has fallen

to unjust knees,

cultivating death to the just and life to the unjustly.

Happy New Year’s Eve

Happy New Year’s Eve to all friends throughout the world.

Namaste..

May we find chaos turn to peace.

May we find bitterness turn to healing.

May we find broken turn to blank pages to finish the story.

May we find darkness turn to light.

May we find hopeless turn to hope.

May we find anger turn to dance.

May we find lonely turn to fullness.

May we find lost turn to redemption.

May we seek in wonderment and awe

life,

embrace,

celebrate the gift of a moment and the breath given.

Namaste..

(Picture curtsey of Kent)