because

because i need to write, share, create
lines on paper that strive to live, breathe,
walk, sing and cry like a child, like a
man who knows his life is broken yet
contain'd perfectly whole within the
seed that began moving within the womb
of the universe billions of years ago.

because i live here, broken and whole,
holding in my hands the billion years
and this yearning to touch the heart
of another; these little scratches begin
murmuring down this mountain call'd
us, where time is full of darkness 'till
a hinting expectation sparks a glow
upon the horizon of who we are.

still our eyes are caught in aching,
caught in the wounded web of
history and are running. will they catch
the first light of dawn, will they turn
to butterflies and lead us through
the shattered mirror of yesterday, into
the only sacred eternal gift, this moment,
this holy sunfull now of us?

because brother, born again is knowing
this now thru the hearts' wisdom. so
why not because on purpose,
this sun blessed honey
the soul.

because here we are in this freeze
of an age, frozen into its cracked
shell, waiting for spring.

who will notice? who will spring
into yes...and fly home?