the ideology of the trees

listen for the ideology of the trees
and you’ll hear nothing
but the generosity
of life and death
within their generous breath

for it ain’t no disgrace
to fall flat on your face
and to no longer know
what’s going on
or who you really are

listen for the ideology of the flowers
and you’ll hear nothing
but beauty and joy
and though your mind may name them
it can never know them
for they care only for the trembling of the bees
and the glory of the sun

and it ain’t no disgrace
to fall flat on your face
and to no longer know
what’s going on
or who you really are

listen for the ideology of the rivers
and you’ll hear nothing
but shivers
running up and down
your weary spine
erasing history
dissolving time
singing praises to the bountiful ocean

for it ain’t no disgrace
to fall flat on your face
and to no longer know
what’s going on
or who you really are

listen for the ideology of the wind
and you’ll hear nothing
but grace