Wednesday, September 29, 2010

That is Love

When you stand alone on a beach,
And you feel the breeze,
And the water tickling your toes,
That is love.

When you stand as just another part of a crowded beach,
And you feel the breeze as the water tickles your toes,
And you feel contentment in the multitude around you,
That is love.

When you walk among the trees,
And you can hear their leaves rustle,
While  basking in the warmth of the sun,
That is love.

When you open your heart to another,
Regardless of who he is or what he has done,
And you stand in complete absence of judgment,
That is love.

When you stand upright like a blade of grass,
Struggling for nothing but enjoying all you are,
Embracing the ground, the sky and the space between,
That is love.

When you are angry or shudder in fear,
When you hate those not like you,
That part of you who sees this,
That is love.

Love is the rain and the sun,
Love is the silence and the sound,
Love is the patience and the impatience,
Love is the seer and the blind,
Love is yin and yang and the space between them.

So when you cry out loud for it all to end,
Or smile in unbridled ecstasy,
When you fail or succeed or sin or forgive,
That is love.


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Can't you hold me for just one moment more?
Can't you tell me that I am needed,
That I am wanted, That I am as great as you?
Can't you find your greatness in me as I have in you?

"I can't my love.
I can't see that you are needed,
I can't see that I want you, I can't be but numb in your arms.  
I can't see that you are great, only that I am greater without you."

Can't you touch me one more time?
Can't you comfort me in this, my hour of need?
Can't you see that I am desperate, That I am completely lost?
Can't you find your way as you lead me to my own?

"I can't my love.
I can't stand the feel of you or the sight of you,
I can't find the means of comforting that which you are,
I can't be found as long as you are the veil that covers me."

Can't you just forgive me of my sins,
Can't love me so I sin no more?
Can't you see that I have no quit in me, That I will lose?
Can't you rejoice in the effort that is made in love?

"I can't my love,
I can't forgive what I can't forgive nor indulge in some Love Boat fantasy,
I can't see anything but a loser,
I can't rejoice in that which can only fail."

Can't you?
I can't.
Won't you?
I won't.
The end.

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Monday, September 27, 2010

Psalm 1:2

There is no one coming for me,
No loving whisper in the night,
Just blackness, deep and lonely.

He took up his cross at an early age,
He fell, fell, and fell again with each labored step,
Horrid dreams, eternal and consuming.

There are no heroes in a lonely song,
No saint to wipe this suffered man's face (she has turned away),
Just fantasy, angry and unforgiving.

You have your bridge you fear to cross,
And he had the scenes replayed within his mind,
What you feel as you stand on the wooden span he has felt a million times,
What you see he has seen countless times before,
Yet you behave in a way he has no right to in a reaction he is not allowed to have.
You would leave him in the darkness for what he has seen,
You would cast him aside as if he never tried for the love of his life,
You would pretend you never knew.

Get beaten at the bridge a thousand times,
Have memories there burned into your soul a thousand times more,
Then have what you love say "no" in remembrance of how it destroyed you,
Have what you desire reject the very sight of you because of what it did to you,
Then tell me fair saint, how do you turn away if not because you do not love?

It was love that offered the veil,
It was love that left the imprint.
It was your rejection that caused either to be necessary.

He created himself a monster, and a monster he became.
Such thick skin was needed in order to survive,
You would never have known a dead and rotting boy,
Your treasures would not be there to hold had the monster never lived.
Yet you pretend so easily it is a demon, you never see that it has died,
You are too busy creating it over and over and over again,
So that the monster lives, if nowhere else then in your ability to reject what created it.

"My God, My God, why hath thou forsaken me?"
"Because I can."
"It is finished."
"It was finished before it started, it is not I who created you it was you who created me."
And so it is.  
And so it was.
And so it will always be.

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Thursday, September 16, 2010

Psalm 1:1

I can no longer hide the essence of who I am.  The basket I've used is no longer thick enough. To share this light with the world; to be the guide toward whatever it is you seek; to strengthen you when you require; to weaken you when you demand; to comfort you when you request; to cause you pain when you need to feel something is my greatest purpose. 

You have torn from me that last great veil!  You have ripped from me the security I once sought with all my being and fed it to the wolves from which I once ran.  You have denied me the simplest pleasure while chastising me for seeking the greatest sin.  For who has that bell tolled if not for me?  Seek and you shall find without the slightest guarantee that what you find is what you were seeking in the first place.

With outstretched hands I beg of you.  Do not spare me from the slightest pain.  Do not keep me from the darkness.  Do not hamper me from the fall I must endure.  Allow me to bask in the darkness and embrace the suffering so that I may know what it is I am here for.  Allow the cup that you pass to press upon my lips.  Allow the nails to do their work.  Allow the taunts and unconsciousness of those around me to cause my wings to flutter uncontrollably.  It is for that you have created me; it is for that I have created my self; it is for that we have created each other.

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A quick thought inspired by a simple picture

I realize that part of man's slide into the abyss began the moment he made food a "commodity".  When that which is so freely given to us by the universe is made into something only those with money can enjoy we have lost something.  When the difference between life and death hang in the balance and some have the power to decide we have lost our way.

Not sure if we will ever get it right before the dawning of the New Earth but perhaps it is one but one sign of that sunrise.  When food is no longer bought or sold but given and taken freely we enjoy the first glimpses of light.  When we don't eat beyond being full, take only what we need and give all that we have perhaps the day has begun.

 To us all that find peace in wanting may we soon find suffering in the desire.  

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Saturday, September 11, 2010


Today I honor those who acted unselfishly in the service of others on 9/11/2001 (and all days) by acting unselfishly in the service of others.  I will follow their example by not becoming a slave to fear but by demonstrating bravery, by not seeking protection but by providing it, and by not discriminating in who can grab my outstretched hand.  Each act of terror allows for moments of bravery.  Each act of chaos allows for moments of order.  Each act of selfishness allows for moments of unspeakable selflessness.  Each act of fear and anger allows for those moments when the eternal flame of love can warm the soul.

The question will always be in our human existence, "To which end to I seek to serve?"

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