Knowing

In the tide of once was
In the forest of once knowing
That further from the light was the truth
That swallowed such kings whole

No minister sprang words from his throat
Nor wolves gnashing their teeth at new born babes
It is the words of such foolish tales that keep men at bay

A Time to Love

There is too much hate and very little love

Now is the time
The time to love

There is too much greed in this world
Most everything is getting higher

A time to love
Should become our desire

Now is the time
The time to love

It's comng from the heavens
The heavens above

Now is the time
The time for sharing

A time for love
A time for caring

It will endure these hard times
and we will never be apart

Now is the time
The time to love

It's coming from all around
And the heaven above

From guest poet Larry Jamerson

Doors

There is nothing more exciting than walking through a door.
To the steps of the mundane or to the next adventure.
We always know where we are going 80% of the time.
The clinking of keys in our hands, locking our doors to keep our family, possessions and secrets safe.

What if the next time we go through a door
We abandon our clothing and run down the street.
To be touched by wind, sun or rain.
And to escape the voice of reason that binds us to our daily ghost.