The Path of No Path

Foothold Of what use can my words be? If you only know hatred and violence. What magical sound can my voice make that would cause your heart to reverberate with peace? Where does love gain a foothold when the holy books tell us that some people Must die? Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

Detainee For Guthrie, Ginsberg, Lincoln, and King. For the Freedom Makers. Present and past. It is to thee I sing. Please. Washington, Paine, Jefferson and Hale From the first who died, Praise God, until the very last! In your honor we must now liberty bring Live in our hearts, let not your gifts pale. Shine brightly now, be not small. Your memory we burnish, how it does glisten. You spoke out, lived and gave your all. Wake up. It is time. Time to listen. Towers of power the red-tape profit makers Speak the bureaucrats and politicians, and media fat-cats How we are hypnotized by these 21st century Fakirs. Grim is the dance of these drunken subway rats. Be ye not deceived by these soul takers. Millions piled high, their ill gotten loot. Others write their words so they can appear hip, and funny. Bo-tox and surgical makeovers help them stay High-Def cute. Nothing hides their lust for blood, their lust for more honey and money. Fie! Those Teflon scoundrels, They got some nerve! After brea...

Decided to use my new photo for the profile picture.

This is me by the swiming pool just a few minutes ago. Hey who stole my razor! 

That Rabbit my, pencil he has stole Why He did it no one knows! I have jumped down that Rabbit's hole Just to see how far He goes! As you may have guessed I cannot help you, not just now! Private time for me is blessed Please go away, but don't have a cow! So if you would not mind Please come to see me later! And, if you would be so kind Bring with you a lovely sweet po-tater Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

Oh! How happy I am! No more thrashing And bashing about. Jumping and leaping. Overjoyed. Having finally succeeded In throwing this useless Brain in the trash. Ecstasy ! To know nothing Is to be everything. In this space The Wise Heart has already Flung all the doors open. All that was once hidden Is as a freshly woven tapestry Hanging brightly in the sun. Not some exclusive club. All are welcome here. Membership is free. Simply toss your brain In the container provided. (you really won't miss it) Will you walk through the open door? Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.

Forgetfulness No need To prove I am right. No desire To prove that Others are wrong. Forgiveness. Blossoming into Sublime forgetfulness. Your heart is the Power behind the voice Singing the song of your soul. Explode into the radiant beauty Of the final judgment. When no more do we choose to Judge ourselves and others. This is the moment when We transform each other Into the words that Only love can speak. Copyright © 2005 William A. York. All Rights Reserved.