And All The People Said

Let the sounds in — all of them!

Have them ramble around, bouncing off the humidity-coated walls

See which ones bust through stop signs and find rhythm with bird songs

Find which ones look like quiet conviction and calls to action

Then mull about together, dialogue, and make sense of this world with them

Create order from disorder and call it good again

At the end of the day, we must

Ambiance

If we’re facing East
Our eyes are at ease

The air’s unrestrained
The soul knows its name

Unshakeable faith
We will run this race

Breath is at rest
Refuse to get dressed

Author Where Are You 

Do I overdo it

You must understand that these pages give me great reason to sigh

Both for the comfort that they speak and the words of pain and fulfillment not yet written

I often talk in epic terms and I am most sincere in my belief 

That this book needs your ranting and conviction and trouble so pick up your pen