Understand your sweet breath

Believe me or not,

from our birth you and i,

we were trained like a dog,

trained in what is right and what is wrong,

trained in what is good and what is bad,

trained in who is and who isn’t our god.

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I’m asking you, please

Lift me high,

Lift me high,

’til my fingertips touch the sky

I’m asking you

please,

lift me high.

He explains the immortal

Yes this experience is all about your breath,

but sincerely said it is much more than that,

Substance

I recall in the Early Days of My Life …

I was Looking for Something, without
realizing I was Looking for Something.

In high-school, I hung out with a group of distracted mischevious trouble-makers. One evening, I sat down with a good friend amidst beer, cigarettes and Jim Morrison, and we began to talk. Somehow, our conversation drifted from the ‘usual’, high-school-age-kid-stuff, to stuff a little more ethereal and abstract.

We began talking about Time, about Space. About our place in the Universe. About the Apparent Emptiness of Things, the Vastness of the Unexplored.

I remember my Ears pricking up, like a German Shepard who finally hears a long-lost Voice.

Bad people and me in life, death, and rebirth.

It makes shapes of scapes and says no. You work and prod and pull and full, you say ho! But then the sails for which your rails were meant to fill, now fall with no frill and you say, oh.

Peace (poem by Tony Edwards)

If Peace fulfills my heart’s desire,
While Past and Future both conspire
To harm me and mislead;
If Peace can warm me when I’m cold
And comfort me as I grow old,
Then Peace is all I need.