Strike a match on your own desire
No matter how you try to light it
Your will is no flicker to the Flame
So they say. . .
If less is more and more is more then how do we get back to basics?
Lay down your hand of matches
It's no wonder you can't ignite it
This Flame breathes its own breathe
So they say. . .
Raging Torrent, Gentle Fire
Thunderous Piercing, Still and Small
Impossible Silence, Alarming Roar
Deeply Hidden, Unlocked and Uncovered
Years like air
Air pushing heat
Heat into water
Water opening earth
Earth thirsts hereafter
Hereafter evermore
So they say. . .
--But did you hear?--
Figure that with your riddled bones
Roll up your mat and go Home
