you who would judge
from atop your virginal towers
of self assurance
who speak with the voice
of the god that your money bought,
your god of wars.
with swords of glass,
and the vengeance of
prejudicial morality
save your breath!
the lie exposes itself.
eternity doesnt stand trial
in small minded courts.
'no difference between the
sacred and the profane'
a holy man once spoke.
i proclaim every moment,
every slice of life, to be holy!
whether scriptures, a new born child,
or a mound of cow dung.
every thing that can be touched,
can be felt, can be given
is equal in holiness.
every breath of being
is a gift!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Way to good...magnanimous poetry...