PATH OF STARS

Our time has come.
Our own end in this strange fairy tale.
The greatest story ever told.
Dissimilar masks recite for the accomplishment of the same great work.
Tragedy and comedy.
Essence and existence.
Understanding and misunderstanding.
Elements of an orchestra too large to be understood by mere mortals.
Our time has come.
Guilty, innocent.
Actors, listeners.
Saints, sinners.
All together on the same path of stars.

If the word love is
a filthy rag,
if I have no other language to say what
I love, if the soul is now a hindrance
and the sky a place like any other
if we sleep and sleep

if my song is crushed in the canton
if my song or yours, if my song

if all the words of the wise are too much
slow for this ride on the pieces, if even
the beasts in their dying beaten
they don't even reveal themselves

if there is a cough if there is one
cough that encrusts the sky
and then spits it out

if we have enemies inside our heads
and broken cars

if the hand is grumpy to the hand
surly breaks the wave and the branch
breaks the wing and beak

if we have out of tune psalms
if the rubble on tired faces
make the weight of the whole story

if then no one comes
no one gets up from the soaked tombs
to deliver us a bunch, a cup
an oath to the light
if if if

if there is a thirst that makes us sick
if there is a sip for those who are thirsty
if it really really moves the sun
if it moves the sun and the other stars
if his great power, his great
power of ancient Love,
if our heart is immense
if our heart
sometimes it is immense, if the
stars are born, if it is true that they are born
even now, if we are powders at the
disruption, loose chains,I bless every inch of Love every
minimal splinter of Love
every vein or whirlwind of Love
every table and bed of Love

Love I bless
that of each of us in the chain
it makes flesh that shines

Love that you are my destiny
teach me that everything will fail
if I don't bow to your blessing