out on the lake this morning i thought this lake is a sacred place, 
without walls(but for the eroded sea wall), or charismatic leaders 
who lead you down dead paths. place where everyone is worshipped, 
immersed in the one water, swimming in praise of everyone.

r. said ooh john katz has a good one today, and i look 
and he's writing about sacred space, how you got to find somewhere 
to be that's not a wasteland. his is private. mine is shared. our lake 
of sacred space, this vast body of blue, be it 
ever full of praise, 
and never a wasteland.


when i was young, i had no idea where i was going. now i know who i am,
and am only too aware of where i am going.

john katz