Showers, then breaks for sunlight,
Then showers again.
The sky has great power
And so commands our actions
By what it will and what it will not
Allow us to do, and yet remain dry.
Showers, sunlight, showers.
From below, we watch and wait.
Raindrops tumbling from the sky.
I don’t drink, but maybe I should have some whiskey.
Nothing changes, the war goes on,
The poor remain hungry, the homeless sleep outside.
Nothing changes. Crying doesn’t help.
Businesses with more money and power
Than entire countries rape the earth
Like evil soldiers raping villagers.
Millions of people just don’t have any rights.
This happens every single day.
Maybe it’s me that should change.
Bartender, single malt please, a double.
After all, I don’t drink.
Dreaming through the deepest hours, then up
An hour before dawn to meditate and pray.
I am not this body, I am not this flesh,
I am the universe and the universe is me.
There now, the first light is spreading
Across the east like a blessing,
So I say it aloud, “This is a blessing.”
Only that much, and then no more words.
If you will come a little closer
I will show you my gold.
And there is a lot of it, too,
Enough to share with you, my friend.
Did you know that I am rich?
You see, I hid my gold
Over the trail of many years,
Over the highway of my entire life.
You see, only now is the time right
To show the gold. To share.
Right now, if you just come closer,
I will show my gold,
A little more on each page.