There's naught I can say Of feasting & fasting That you haven't already Speechlessly passed To all brethren & sistren Of meekness' pastures I'm audibly dazed As I reverently listen Amazingly spoken You're a prophet in ways Many who've prayed & been chosen Couldn't begin to grasp In their lifetime Would that we could just fast & let the Light shining Be sustenance quite divine Must we be in our right minds To slice what binds the Lifelines To the beings we eat whether you're feeding off meat Or eating only vegetation We still need to atone For the desecration of Life For the sating of our might So I thank the beans Thank the water & the trees They're the authors of my dreams They're the authors of my seeds They're the watchers against Evil But who even remembers to speak To the tenders of our being So I'm tending to & breathing On the embers gleaming To restore the hearth & re-flourish the Earth As you've done Truth spun in viewed puns Can weave a fortress or a church Not deceiving like the forces of the Church But opposite in meaning Wrought in the course of the rebirth Of a divinity within We all mentally sin But we're not meant to be sinners Like you spake it Life is sacred We should make every gesture worth taking Like a perfect prayer Search the layers & densities above Till we're centered with Love So that it enters like a drug in our veins sentients are our brothers in chains Sisters in distress, in desperate need of assistance Trapped in cages with flaccid gazes We should heed you & listen Say a prayer for every being mistreated & kissed with Death's sadistic breath Till we're gleaming like visions of Messengers Saviours, & heavenly beings We're not meant to be demons Why is this so hard to grasp It's like the scars of the past Are constantly slashed open Till we're gnashing & hopeless Masked by the moment But we can bask in atonement Master the omens Be respectful of every path That's been chosen Every creature that roams on the steppes or the pastures That our roads intersect We're totally interconnected Even with the souls of insects & the globe is inter-dimensional So when a butterfly's wings flap A supernova in a distant density Flutters by as I sing raps & lullabies for kings matchless & queens that were once trees That fed us with their fruits Bred us with their truths To seize that we're one being To see the Sun gleaming After a glum evening...