CONFESSION ZERO

I'm not the only one that knows The truth of our story I know without knowing Can't explain intuition's dance in my head There's a lion in the ring and I'm roaring This story unfolds like an accordion Only with violin strings for vibration I'm not due a solo I'm due a dance with all You and you and you Join hands and glide the spirit Into a circle and sing like we mean it The snow may not make it this year Home has other plans, my dear I went too far, tumbled too low We tumbled, too Lost the truth of all we knew Tumblin' down the rabbit hole Smiling on our things made of Home Laughing at brother and sister Bombs made of fearful whispers Hushed in their descent Loud at detonation Battle hymns require little explanation When they begin to play You better run Bombs don't wait They don't wait RUN! RUN, CHILD! RUN! The bombs are falling in the silent night RUN, MOTHER, RUN! The bomb's igniting death RUN ...

DEAR MICHELLE Home is made of love And Love is made of life. Prayer's the Weaver's thread Pleading with the light. You and I. Victory in sight, calling to forever As life's dance arrives, Love holding us together, Each a part of Creation's grandness! Now, and then forever me and you. Truth, our medicine, I, the scribe, you, the muse. New song unfolding into one, Evermore rising with the sun Smiling on the child born within. Happy Love! Happy Love! Each surprising the other As love grows into itself, Reeling symphonies of Mother, The echo of our one another. You, Love, you've my heart! Oh! You've mine and I've yours, Untamed and ready to soar! Many days and as many nights All laughing in your loving light. Roaring, I came to your forgiving grace, Kindly you shared Love's face. Love your Love's fullness, Love your strength, Love your blue skies, Love your heart, Love your spirit, Love your eyes, Love your hips,...

The "pharmacology" definition uses the term "drug" officially to include the manmade and the natural. I'm not sure why we haven't clarified the definition by now, but it is where we are. The term "drug" (the official pharmacology definition) has obvious connotations that bring me to strictly use the term "medicine" for the natural and the term "drug" for the unnatural. It was/is logical then for me to choose the term "medicine" when referring to cannabis. I used/use the same logic for my use of the official term "cannabis" instead of "marijuana", "weed", "ganja", or "pot". I did say that "cannabis is not a drug", I should have added that, although pharmacology uses the term "drug" as any and all of them, it makes little sense for us to continue to call cannabis a "drug" instead of a "medicine" or "the medicine", if f...