a better race

I am of a better race-- that cool, water-race
I flow and flow... I never burn
Find a path over anything, and carry much away
as lightly as the dancing oceanspray

See how superior is my formless, glinting face?
Reflecting all, absorbing none-- not one
Break the earth when I fancy, or give breath
to all those slimy monsters poaching time from death

I am of a righter kin-- that distant rushing no-place
I freeze, boil, besiege, linger
Break myself upon you, cursed to be always moving
Find myself within you, trapped, and not-quite-loving

For I am set beyond that humanish disgrace
My essence better than the air, the fire
And holding violence, mercy, truth in smallest measure
I cannot help but live to no man's pleasure.

our mother

our mother
who art on earth
extravagant be thy name
thy laughter be heard
thy peace be attempted
outside us, as it is within us
give us this dark night our untamed feasting
and celebrate us our mistakes
as we celebrate others to bring forth their Selves
and lead us into every adventure
but deliver us from self-righteousness
for thine is the struggle, the surrender, and the mystery
for as long as it should be
indeed.

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