war is over, if you want it

Fly on carrion birds, for I have stopped fighting.

"Ceased fighting anyone, or anything."

Besides, who do I fight but myself? My only possible enemy is me.

Those things which so wholeheartedly offend me, violate my sensibilities--rape, torture, terror, despair--these are human things.
They frighten and shock me, because I recognize in some way, as I am human,
they too are a part of me.

And, of course, God is in these things as God is in all things--delicate and precious, terrible and sublime, Creator and Destroyer, Alpha and Omega.
Holy and wholly incomprehensible...

So I ask, "What is there to fight?" Nothing.

If there is violence or injustice, then it exists somewhere within me.

My work is to constantly surrender. Lay down arms in my silly struggle with reality. Make peace with myself.

Then may I take my ease equally in the Valley of the Shadow of Death or along the banks of the River Jordan, because I know both are my home.

Passion, beauty, and love, folks--24 hours at a time...