Savior of the World,
Your life was a book of poetry.
Every action you did
Was meticulous and masterful.
Your sermons were not selfish
Nor were you unwilling to speak to fools...
You had compassion, and did
Live a life of poverty for us.
You were like Pythagoras
Or Kerouac, and then you asked,
"Eat my flesh, and drink my blood."
Living, you lived, and you died
With living waters pouring out of your heart.
You were perfect poetry, 
Living poetry, a life very very few ever live.
And you lived it for me,
For I am incapable of emulating it.

Oh thou simple man, lying at Bethesda
Crippled and in sorrow, and cannot be 
Put in the water. You are healed.
The Law is now not fitted
For no longer does the angel stir the water.
The authorities ask you,
"Who healed you?"
And you not knowing or understanding
Why they asked, learned who it was.
So, you went and told them.
But they were angered at Christ
For a thing of naught, and you
Oh simple man, not a villain,
But a naïve man who knows nothing
Of great ambition, power or prestige
Told them who it was that healed you. 
In that there is no condemnation for you
Though the Protestant calls you lazy
And a fool, you are simply a humble man
Who was healed, and broken, and unable
To understand the powers before you.

Christ came to her at the well,
And asked her to draw water.
She said, "I worship on this mountain
"And your people worship on that."
Christ said, "Verily, Verily,
"There will come a day when
"They will neither worship on this mountain
"Or that, but in the Spirit of Truth.
"For God is a Spirit, and those who worship
"Him in Truth are saved.
"For we Christians know what we worship
"But you Muslims do not.
"Therefore, Worship the Father in Truth."
And He told her everything she ever did.

Dedicated to Pashtmaj mac Umaill

The Roman Magic of the Reich
Comes together at the night.
Walls of Rock eons ago
Armies across the valleys go.
Core to our humanity is this:
May we be filled with righteousness.
For if we sigh at our nation's sins
We shall be saved from within.

We live in a world of words.
Every doctrine purely prescribed
Brought down to its exact minutia.
But, none are doing what they should.

Maybe if I keep silence and listen
I shall learn... but none speak.
It is all the same bits of gossip
Drama, people I don't know and their lives.
Or it is cliché ideas recycled through the population.
So I speak, and no one listens to me.
Thus, who do I have to listen to?
And who do I have to speak to?

Now I know, I shall keep company with their hearts instead.

Oh Trinity, thou art like Peridot...
Three in one, bound together
And one, yet three. Nature, sees
That you are found in the Chrysolite
Of heaven's beautiful foundations. 
For, you are like Perfect Chemistry
Which is found in nature---
Three in One. Each Element Distinct
Yet, each Element Bonded into one
Olivet Gem.

And we Join to Thee through Thy Son, for you give us breath;
And we are a gem made into a Holy Tower.
Be made perfect, by the Sculptor's hand
Into a shape befitted to this House.

My friend, martial arts are a good thing.
They teach you discipline, and ethics
And how to do rather than be idle.
They teach your body how to move
And they discipline the mind to focus.
But, war is not the reason I teach these things.
For, martial arts are not for war---
A gun, sword and knife are for war;
A bomb and tank and aero plane. 
These things cannot teach you
How to defeat many enemies,
But only the enemy within.

Yet, if in combat, deliver lethal strikes.
You break boards to break bones and skulls and solar plexus.
You learn pressure points to debilitate your opponent
And maim. Do you want to learn these things?
Teach them to yourself, for I shall not teach you how to kill.
My duty, is to teach you how to master yourself
And not the opponent across from you.

If to do good were evil,
And it were evil to do good
And God wanted one to do evil,
Then what He actually said was to do good
Since good were evil
And by doing good, you were doing evil all along.