no solid food
reveal through moods
all wind I breathe
dances in me
nourishing cells
guiding me well
I’d like to fly
even if I die
by gliding in
a guiding wind
but I’m a man
who walks on sand
tempted to scream
free from this dream:
“stones please be bread
or I’ll be dead,”
I chant, “God’s love
infuse our food.”
I pray my greed
is fuel that seeds
desires to free
humanity
with loving care
we breathe through air
divinity
please help us feel
we are all one
is truly real
while we adore
who’s near our doors
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