We’re flowers to rocks
real oppressor of art, modern bourgeois culture.
soar above the rabble.
a finished product
of self education,
who turned to stillness.
found his own unique poetic voice
putting anything on paper you might regret, tread soft
Kadishi for Naomie,
Sunflower Sutra
Howel
Why do I fear death?
all hearts are right if they are true.
Plato said,
“When the mode of music changes
the city walls shake.”
No one should believe that, he or she,
owned the truth,
thus demanding their own way.
Gestures taken in anxiety,
will beget anxiety.
Gestures involving aggression,
will beget aggression.
Give adversaries space, to
alter views themselves.
Whitman took it a step further
“Do I contradict myself
very well then
I contradict myself
I am large, I contain multitudes”