river of life
You can feel it in the desert
Where the rains have lost the game,
In William Blake’s answer
Where the fig tree cancels shame.
It flows through the heart,
Disarms strife,
Frees all prisoners,
The river of life.
You can feel it in the smoke
That flows out of dry ice,
In the mists of the swamp
Where there is always one bigger bite.
You can feel it in the seas
Where two oceans meet,
Where the river of life
Has the time to be discrete.
It flows through the heart,
Disarms strife,
Frees all prisoners,
The river of life.
You can feel it in the time
That flows like a thief,
Where the river of life
Meets the prayer of belief.
The air was clean
As though freshly cut with a knife,
Where the words that you spoke
Flowed like the river of life.
A battle raged.
Our truths dug deep.
Scorn’s skeletons reached for us
But love was ours to keep.
We sat cross-legged.
Smoked the peace pipe.
Saw water flow uphill,
The river of life.
It flows through the heart,
Disarms strife,
Frees all prisoners,
The river of life.