Conversations With Hune (Part Two) Poem by Eric Cockrell

does rain fall,
or does the earth rise?
is the moon the mistress of the sun?
do trees mourn when leaves fall?
do mountains dance when the earth is sleeping?

do wars express man's heart?
are they blood sacrifices to man's fears?
are the gods men worship
merely extensions of their selves...
be the self the disease,
or the cure?

does love always demand crucifixion?
and who is it that we crucify?
is the darkness of night
any different than the light of day?
who wrote the book
before there were words?

the more alike we are
the more we hate!
do we worship birth by killing?
are we then fools to define the wind?
much less try to hold it!

hands were made to be open,
yet we always grasp.
we are born to die,
yet we are afraid!
of what?

time itself much like sand...
always shifting,
and hiding footprints!