The Christian, the Buddhist,
the Hindus too
they walk right through the canyon,
past the pond
they are stuck in their religion
and never go beyond.



Even the simple man
pulled down by the
same weights of oppression,
blanked by lies of confession.



Across the "water"....
sitting by the creek
in a hot summer day
the sweet essence of sage lingers
as the wrens fight and play.



Two violets sit protected
under the mother tree
She has no map, no guide,
every moment
is her own new experience,
her own truth,
to her own bliss,
by which she is able to truely love.



The cave against the canyon
becomes a doorway to heaven
Just though the veil,
on the other side.....of you.