if we listen inside
to the Tao’s wholesome truth
we can no longer support nor uphold
of the architectural tenets
of faux religion or thought
that still maintain a profoundly
dark, rotting dystopian underbelly
of hurting others
lest we continue in complicity

the dry soil must be overturned
fertilized with transparent light
genuine golden heart rays of warmth
and voices in harmony
cultivating the womb of revolution
for the rich wet earth to
once again bear fruit
and forgotten