Hawl the pain
(it is not yours to own)
to the flowing river
Allow it all
(the lie & story are pain & suffering)
to stream away
Into untime's cave
(where reality exist and always will)
opening long ways
Where the waterfall
(within is the only strength required)
merges with spirits
And fly upon the canoe
(then journey into life in the present)
flowering into cosmos
-j.a. knolls
