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Sweet Red

Sweet red, this nectar in my veins
Greeting sometimes sun and sky, bright blue and white
Other times wicked fools and all is desperate and dark
I’m to blame, it’s all the same
breathe deeply, this life

Embracing each tiny grain, life is mystery
Greedy, I grasp the treasure as best I can
yet like a dust of gold, the seconds slip by
Are they lost to eternal nothingness?
Or perhaps reflected, they fall to film
recorded for later viewing in some vast cosmic theater

‘Times fear rules with its cold reptilian heart
where pain is pleasure for the damned
and uncertainty strikes like a venomous snake
Self reflection is a shattered mirror
when Tao is forgotten and Mother Earth quakes

Some days I linger
Lazy, listening to the radio
I rest then, nibbling on a shaft of wheat
Long hot days, soon cool skin caresses starry skies
my lover and I on a luscious summer night

Wisdom comes, wisdom goes
following in confusions wake
Constant renewal is education
and chaos is chance well taken, this life
Like a fast Ferrari flashing quickly by
or a long low cruise on a laid-back bike
I’ll paint sweet red, this life

June 15, 1997