(by jann c castor 26th of october 1998)
We hide seeking protection We cry seeking compassion
We die hoping we will thrive on sacred soil
like plants we water all encumbrances we know
trust or rancor
rest or dismay
throw away the books of dogma do it now!
let your spirit speak without unease even if your purpose does not quench your thirst!
seek thirst, not water.
copyright Jann C. Castor © 1998