WHATEVER IS GIVEN ME IS ENOUGH

whatever is given to me is enough

but

if what is given me is enough

then why fight against injustice?

why expend that energy?

if i am fighting just for me it's a waste of that which is given to me

abusing these gifts for a little and limiting ego

if the fight becomes for we to the extent that this littling belittling thing flies away

and simultaneously becomes the effulgence

of love that is Goodness

then what is given to me is the reality that all things truly happen for a damn good reason

shedding the small i's fears

for the emancipating bliss of union

...................................

then that purpose which is given is enough

and again enough

and again

again

many places

my heart is in many pieces

am i the juggler or the balls?

items fly one hand to an-other

apparently a continuous arc

laughterous memories replace

tears

fullness

content

next anguished anger

devastation upon first-touch witness

injustice to the extreme

malnutrition starvation

air destruction

diminished breath

dehydration of an entire land

stateside

in this other home-place
i am again an other

projecting guilt anger loss

into personal drama

pointing finger away from source

project the ball-item into space

hand one hand two and back

my heart is in many places

the last night for the program

my friends in haiti
of the huge and open hearts

you call to me

upon meeting kindness

in a stranger's face
here in the place
convention has me call home







i am reminded of you