the times are begging for authenticity, ripe for
leaders, many are debating the tasks. the manic man is crazed, the depressed
woman is uneasy, the great grandparents are sipping teas—over thousands of
years. kids are entitled, more so now than before—the community is trying to
feel lumination. the Tao is important, anything to become humble, it seems it
hurts less—when thought is put to problem. most are indicting God, we call it blasphemy,
while holding religion accountable. voices are crying, the music is creative
pain, the leverage is found in contradiction. so toxic, so evolved, debating
with myriad men, women, and children. if abrasive, we pay attention—to color,
culture, and what to ignore. the chow
line is the church line. ladies with kids, kids with anger, fathers at the
sawmills. a soul is enchanted. it’s like mystic power. so alive—so encouraged! language becomes soul-talk, spirit
filters, a little more observant—sitting on convictions; starving for
mutuality, dying to spread the message, finding—receptivity is depended on the
mind and its disposition; and felt out of sorts, like accepting what can’t be changed,
like making excuses for behavior—with a feeling—it ends in enlightenment.
