which we have considered tomorrows before
and we just have to accept that we're just simply
passers-by
Unless we go with the flow
dance with the music
attune ourselves to life's rhythms
and feel the overwhelming presence
of the sun, the wind, the trees
as well as the chirping of the birds
Unless we listen to the gentle
whispers of the Beloved Paraclete
and then allow its movement
in the deserts and parched
pavements of our souls
then there will no more be days,
times or places that we can go
every thing will be at a standstill
and emptiness will be
all that is . . .
just like when we simply
academicize or commodify education
& de-humanize students
& train teachers for
intellectual constipation
& hypocritical castration
