At This Moment

I can not be defined
By the limited words
Of false kings
And thier puppeteers

I’m here in my shadow-cloth
With bloody locks and blue sight
Walking with the blind some
As I listen to true voices

All true things echo Love
In real creation there is
The root of deep truth and life
And life’s nothing when lacking Love

But the false ones still claim
Behind their lies, that what we need
Is fear and anger, gold and hate
That we must buy all from them

The coins I hold, I earn
And I give them up
Only for what matters
Never filled with fear I must

Paths abound around me
And I’m inspecting each
For the prints of the false
And eyeing solid woods

I seek a way to gather up
All the good I feel in threads
To protect the love I hold
From the lies and murders

I don’t fight fear with fear
Except the kings may feel terror
As I speak the truth divine
It’s my hope they’ll crumble some

No one will kill for me
Lives are not for spilling
Even in a world of gold-tongued death
And angry childern playing king

I stand outside a war
And I just try to take down
The liars and murderers
Casting their dry stones

My arsenal lives in my voice
But I use it with care
For I could aid liars
With one quiet breath

My weapons are words
Sharp edged and true
I won’t breathe out again
The grey lie-clouds I hear

I’m like a ageless maple
Cleaning the air of poisions
Spread by the same fools
Fueling their hot anger

I give back only clean air
Truth ungreyed by smoke
Crisp and cooling it flows
Out in a slow web of minds

I’ll stand firm all I can
As I walk my gypsy life
For I’m a child of the moon
Seeking blue-green earth visions

For if I can touch with blue
Some minds that can almost see
It’s as little as my soul expects
From one who knows enough

Some sparks in this web
Light the lies and help the dim
While others light forest fires
As long as they aren’t in their woods

I choose to be a light now
Much as the cool moon is
High above us looking down
Into the shadows, good and not

From each seed I plant
On the wind-soil around
One chance of more leaves spreading
Is not lied to grey dust