The Whole Earth is My Home

Is this

the abyss

Or is this
listless?
Gone are the days of mental fitness.

But witness
You gotta feel what your heart spits

to get this.
put the fingers to the wrist

its

the business

how your living, what your head gets.


Outside of cigarettes and breaths
There's credit and debts.

And steps


from Chiang Mai
to

Zion Heights Junior High.

No papers burned.
No time to judge what we learn.
But teach it.
Better yet, one should preach it.

There's no peak yet.

It's barely just started.

And the time that you've climbed is barely the hardest.
At this time in our minds we are barely the smartest.

But where the heart sits.
It's paving roads to roam.
And the roots beneath our boots, are from the seeds we've sown.

Where I'm grown...
is the place where you were grown.

As I dash into the space,




The whole Earth is my home.