Restlessness
moves within me
with kinetic force.
Possessed
of its own
intentions.
Desirous
of change.
Craving
of action.
Impervious
to pleas
of satisfaction.
Moving me
in ways
I cannot
comprehend.
Propelling me
towards a life
I cannot yet
dream.
My will is free
but denied
inaction.
Restlessness
moves me.
To where
I do not
know.
We need
a rebellion
of poets
mystics
and dreamers.
An uprising
of outcasts
of every
sort.
We will
revolt against
casual cruelty
and systematic
insanity.
We will
march
to the beat
of our own
drum.
Rebels
for peace.
Fanatics
for love.
Guerrilla warriors
no longer aping
the status quo.
We will
lay siege
to hearts
and minds.
One act
of radical kindness
at a time.
We become
strangers
to our
past.
More
estranged
each year
from
childhood.
Yet we
return.
Ritualistically
to the womb
of our
creation.
Back
to those
who loved
us first.
Who
love us
most.
Who
know us
least.
Back
to those
who love
us because
we are
theirs.
Primordially
bound in
blood and
memory.
Family.
Irrevocably
tied from
beginning
to end.
Who we
are and
have
become.
Incidental
to what
we are.
In silent
surrender
I purify
my soul.
In silence.
I cleanse
my mind
and open
my heart.
Finding myself.
Formless
creature
of the
now.
In silence.
I grow
virtue
and god.
Finding myself.
Timeless
creature
of love
and bliss.
In silence.
I vanquish
darkness
with the
presence of
light.
Finding myself.
Awareness
in an
awakening
world.
Awake
in the
dreams
of a
former self.
I walk
in the
shadow
of an
unconscious
life.
Wearing
a self
that
no longer
fits.
Burdened
by debts
underwritten
be a child.
Collateralized
with a
life.
I renounce
this world
and its
tawdry
forms.
But it
will not
renounce
me.
Trapped
in the
dreams
of a
sleeping child.
I yearn
to live
awake.
I yearn
to be
free.
As
luck
would
have it.
I always
get what
I want.
When I
need
it.
Just
in the
nick of
time.
Sometimes
fortune
sometimes
tragedy.
I always
get what
I want.
When I
need
it.
Because
the universe
does not
waste
time.
What I
get
I always
needed.
Whatever
that may
be.
Alike
in fortune
and tragedy.
I always
get what
I want.
When I
need
it.
Just
in the
nick of
time.
Because
what
I want
I always
needed.
And
the universe
does not
waste
time.
When darkness
comes
the light
must gather.
This
is my
mantra.
As a
darkness
familiar
to every
age
Bestrides
the world
and claims
victory over
the land
of the
free.
Home
of the
brave.
Driven
mad
by fear.
When darkness
comes
the light
must gather.
This
is my
prayer.
As a
familiar
darkness
wearing
new faces.
Conquers
the world
and claims
victory
one final
time.
Home
of the
shinning
city upon
the hill.
Set
aflame
by hate.
When darkness
comes
the light
must gather.
Beware
the idolatry
of faith.
Make
not an
idol of
your beliefs
dogmas
and identities.
Let
faith
bring you
closer
to god.
But never
estrange you
from your
fellow beings.
Make
not a
golden calf
of your
golden cross.
Let
faith
bring you
closer
to the
infinite.
But
never
make you
small
and finite.
Love every
sinner
but hate
every
sin.
Forsake
your idols
for a
living faith
and infinite
god.
Alive
in the
infinite creation.
Living
in the
infinite diversity
of your
fellow beings.
God
of my
heart.
I join
my purpose
with
thy will.
Make of
my crude
soul
thy divine
flame.
Break open
my calloused
heart
that I
may express
thy
love.
I sacrifice
my selfish
desires
and striving
ego
on the
alter
of thy
grace.
I extinguish
ambition’s
embers
and selfish
longing.
That I
may lose
myself
in thy
infinite
creation.
I forfeit
the I
that
I am.
That I
may
become
fate’s tool.
Instrument
of thy
will.
Bearer
of thy
love.
Sun
of thy
morning.
Servant
of thy
infinite
creation.
