Truth often can’t be told

By yes and no

Sometimes blood must be shed

Teeth knocked loose

Great epics retoldporch - BW

Elders interviewed

Children raised

Murals painted

Before it comes out

Don’t insist upon being told the truth

Until you’ve cleared your calendar


If there is anything at all that is changeless and unending

Within any being

Then the changeless and unending must necessarily be within all

Beings who are, ever were or ever will be

The infinite is not in one place and not in another

We are comforted by the illusion of a smaller life


If you come across me someday bleeding

My leg caught in a bear trap

Please don’t try to save me

I just wanted to see how it felt

Before I went dancing