As far as one kin see
It is a sin to crush some one’s body
And infinitely greater sow to crush some one’s spirit
In sum vain temped too raze awe questions
Can God
A-bridge
Between infinitude and soully you
Make piece with that which is wholly
Eternally now and to marrow
Not trading
In sin
As just
Some won
Violence
To that which is ardor
Too due
And infinitely greater
This poem is a tribute to the oneness of humanity, body and soul. This poem recognizes the brutality of crushing one’s body through violence — whether through weapons or crushing needs. This poem also posits that crushing one’s hope and dreams is udderly worse, steeling one’s soul. This poem is an ode to those who accept that the hard work of creating justice on earth, here and now, is in seamless alignment with practices of the spirit in seeking evolution and enlightenment. The inward and outward journeys must find some parity, or ails be subject to earned cynicism or learned helplessness. The hopeful, those fuels for justice, must join up with awe those down in the trenches, those on the margins of cagey and fuel of street whys. Humanity has a shared destiny, and the key lies, not to cell, each other out. For won humanity, there must be won love. Sow let’s get together, body and soul, and cut to the chaise!
