CONFESSION ZERO

How… Where’d I fail the creation? Was it in my failure to yield? Was it purposeful? Was it the truth as far as I knew? (I know nothing, save where perversions of truth discharge from the robot’s mouths in disbelief.) Why… Knowledge is to be respectful and unlimited, save for that which enslaves me, save for that which separates my love and conquers my dancing soul. What… My loving belief of self and of belief in the whole of life, everything; stone, sea, mountain, valley, river, canyon, prairie, desert, flora and animal... Everything. I must humble myself for peace… I must answer this question for myself, do I imagine that I'm an animal or do I imagine that I'm a god? Who... Man: I’d set aside my belief if war would bow, put belief on hold if hunger would vanish! Woman: I’d change my belief if the wind asked it of me! Man: Or if the mountain wailed, “Enough!” or   if the sea ebbed and moaned, “End this..!” I'd let it all go if I were convinced Jesus ha

Bring your wrath lunging like the eagle, Mother! I will sacrifice my being for your oceans, for your seas and wilderness, your sky and love. I will fade away want and create with selfless affection. “Love, laugh and live” swims as the red moon hangs its truth over stolen lands, over my shame; hungry children, warriors, the silent, the brown, the black, the red and white of my split flesh, the meek and the unforgiven, creation’s breath. O let my possessions fall away from their foul use! Embrace another! Hear before I regret deafness, see before blindness covers more than my eyes, before quaking creation hauls all of my greed away. I will love my home, which is not mine to own or abuse, I will cherish her sacred remedies, her medicines stolen by soured souls and misspent worship. The fiery moon beseeches me to soar my Love from sea to shining sea, from mountain top to valley, from the forests to the deserts, the rivers and the caves, the jungles and the cities ...to be seen f