What were we giving up?
I gave up all that I had. Some people had a stash.
I gave up all that I had.
Did I keep the clothes in my sea bag? Yes. Then what did I give up?
What possessions did I give up? Did I keep a stash under my pillow?
A few nickels and dimes. What did I give up?
Some folks had fortunes, I only gave up some petty cash.
Where does life have more value?
Where is the boundary, the threshold, that we stepped across?
I stepped across, but when? By my arrival at Morningstar,
I was totally sharing what little I had.
I had a stash of stores that I gave up for the life of the commune.
I did walk without cloth or shame.
Once you cross the line, there is no turning back. So what is going on?
How can we live with so much wealth?
We don't. We are dressed by tradition.
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I still walk without clothe or shame,
time has clothed me in garments of the working class.
My body has labored until the pain never goes away, an ache in my brain,
reminders that we have abused the earth and body.
I like everyone else, want the world to learn from my/our
mistakes.
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