Why should I stop?
the road passes through the capillary veins of life
The fertile quality of atmosphere
in the womb of the moon
will kill the corrupt cells,
and in the chemical expanse after sunrise
there is only the voice
the voice that will be
absorbed in the atoms of time
why should I stop?
The trees are my ancestors
Breathing stale air depresses me
A bird already dead counseled me to remember flight
To join the glowing essence of the sun,
such union is the ultimate in power,
pouring down the light of understanding
Windmills
naturally fall apart
Why should I stop?
Under my breast
I press a sheaf of unripe wheat
nursing it
The voice, the voice , the voice , only the voice
the voice of the tall yearning of plants to grow
the voice of the transparent wish of water to flow
the voice of starlight pouring
on the surface of the pistil of the earth
the voice of conception of the seed of meaning
and expansion of love’s common mind
The voice , the voice, the voice
it is only the voice that remains.
