a hokey little poem

each must in his own time choose
both how to win and how to loose
for all must learn in time you see
what is right for them to be

although the road is long and tight
and the forest filled with fright
there is but one way to live
with open heart that's free to give

blessings come for those who share
who hold back nothing  -  without care
for the gift of life is free
tho this is sometimes hard to see

for love is not held in the hand
and that which is is only sand
truth and love are both a part
of what's found only in the heart

only love can heal this land
and redeem this weary band
for you get what you do give
open up your heart to live


the heart is not actually that little muscle in your chest

but what makes it beat is a clue


life is beyond the thing plane

and a microscope will never reveal our truth

nor will a telescope

or psycho therapy

what ever the hell that crap means


mind is not a product of the brain organ

although the science people like to claim it is


awareness is not a product of thought

chaos and confusion and conflict are products of thought

and most are lost in this great blizzard of ideas