Tag: spirituality

What was old is new again (on Truth and Art)

What was old is new again;
The end, we all consume.
Just as night finds us, he’ll find you too!
So beneath day’s moon be true.

Listen with eyes open!
With the eyes you were given to hear;
From wanton need be free, to see,
Life’s flowers growing near.

The scarecrow stands and watches,
With no desires to be fed;
With little need for things, indeed;
‘Cept the sun and moon’s sweet bed.

Standing guard in a field of grain,
While autumn’s wind blows by;
His steady eyes stay focused still-
On the waning golden sky.

As should we, you and I!

Because All of it is nothing…
All of it Nothing at All!
Open your heart to beauty,
And into beauty, may you fall!

Ode to Hate

Ode to Hate

Oh Boil and Bubble!  Your black ooze,
It Covers me, troubles me,
Witches brew, smothers me;
Dark potion doubles my feelings for you-
This witch’s brew.

Green liquid, I drank you
I can no longer supplant you
Obey your dark orders, I do!
I have no other feelings but you-
This witch’s brew.

Cauldron of darkness! I worship
Your starkness, I hold nothing left
That is true;
Pain and lies and pesticide-
This horrible witch’s brew.

Oh! That I could return
To before, my covenant with you!