The level of grief I produced in the lives of those having care for me was undeniably astounding and yet they continually chose to pray, overlook and forgive in a manner that truly loved me right back into a relationship with life. I see it no other way. It was Grace and Grace alone pulling me out of the darkness…t’was Grace that brought me home.
Every part designed in a work of art called Love. You're The One who never leaves the one behind. -Hillsong United
And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. Neither death, nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow-not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love. No power in the sky or in the earth below-indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39
God has revealed to us through the Spirit. For the Spirit searches everything, even the depths of God. For what person knows man's thoughts except the spirit of the man which is in him? So also no one comprehends the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God. Now we have received not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit which is from God, that we might understand the gifts bestowed on us by God. And we impart this in words not taught by human wisdom but taught by the Spirit, interpreting spiritual truths to those who possess the Spirit. 1 Corinthians 2:10-13
Whoever comes to Me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in Me will never be thirsty. -John 6:35
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.
looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
I Am The Light of the world. Whoever follows Me will never walk in darkness but will have The Light of life. -John 8:12
While Christ's followers are called to be lights in a dark world, they don't have to create their own light. Their source is Christ Himself. As you go through your days, weeks, months, years, The Lord Himself sheds His Light from within you. No matter how thick the darkness may become as it presses against you, the darkness will never overcome you. -C. Dallman
Darling, so many thoughts no longer josteling,
Not all tears, go unanswered, all of then are gathered.
Go in peace and serve,
Go in life and be,
I set you free to fly as you have for me.
I could never count how many times I have watched you smile and felt...endless.
I have no way of expressing how much you have and will continue to mean to me. And although I will miss you like the sun misses her moon,
I know in my heart of flying hearts as deep as my bones and as high as The Sun, that I will see you again. From all that I am, I salute you and hold you high amongst the stars in the place that only she knows you have been set...and with all that my heart encompasses, I will write your na...
You feed me light, and nourish sprouting demands of blossoming right, pruning with the delicate care only The Mother can do, cared for and watched over by The Flames of The Master. You speak in me life, cascading familiar dreams in long forgotten paths and flying streams. You nourish with sustenance specific to the needs and provide wants beyond imagining; integrity, safety, guidance...love... compassion. it is in you, the earth in all its desires to feel, to live free, to run, to prance, to grow, to dance. It is in you we drown away left only as breath, freely walking, watching worry melt and fears finding there forms, not all lonely and suffering, growing and blossoming. Hesitation no longe...
There is a dream of whispered love, pronounced by The River Stream. Endless turning, bubbling joy, maddening rush and subtle brook's carress, all at turns undefined and set to stone in hearts Sierras and plateau. You rise and fall, you turn time beyond times reach. There is no hiding and no real desire to run. Home is so much more than what I ever thought and home is everything it has always promised.
There is adventure in everything we do. There is no small risk, walking out that front door. But the calling of Earth's Persistence is Irresistably compelling, and so sultry light.
Darling, in such age to come, may we be servants of your way and of love in such a manner as to shine as only home can do. The light will always burn in One. May the wind forever be with our hearts, cascading life in such an unimaginable way, that only dreams can produce. Am beyond grateful...
In learning to overcome my own insecurities, I needed to face the state of my own terminal uniqueness. We are each in every way authentic and loved, we are not each in every way, unique from our brethren. When it tolls for one, it tolls for all. This is not as heavy a statement, as it is of light. Perception.
I stopped in to see my son today. The first time in far too long a time. I expected tears, or waves of doubt or uncertainty. I felt calm. I felt peaceful. The eyes. Nothing like seeing You in him. Breathe
No one living is capable of handling a perceived God-like rejection. It is impossible except for One to fix.
She/He does that. Comes for people. Each and every one of us...and their son is the sheepdog.
The most common denominator in all of my broken relationships, whether they be friends, lovers, family and confidantes are not the problems that people bring in. It isn't the relationships or the stress of life, it isn't any of this. Once I realized the most common denominator in every broken relationship I have ever had...is me, I began to realize that quite possibly, my expectations about relationships are my biggest and deadliest mental challenge to overcome.
Inherent in every expectation is a potential disappointment. And the source of every expectation I have, is of course me, not the person I put the expectation on. We have responsibilities as men, not power.
Which then leads ...
Falling in love with me
Elusive and fugitive was love to me. Always ahead, never fully mine. For the entirety of my life I chased that which could not be caught, then commenced to beat the living daylights out of myself because I could not capture the unattainable. Such is the doom of the perfectionist…never to be fully satisfied with what he or she has in the present moments of light and peace. Our eyes were never meant to gaze on the horizon overly long, for the hour we spend looking elsewhere is an hour of vulnerability we give way to potential madness through the self-flagellations of our need to be more than what we really are…to be someone we were never meant to be.
Weary has tested into her voice,
Pounding head. Thoughts whirl with I have to, and I need to. And the only energy she has is taken up, getting out of bed. Rest heart. Night is not upon us. Love is the only answer
Rain and Reign
- The thing is, for me, I don't follow commitments or vows or bonds. I follow words. And if I have your word on something, it's an immediate connection. Hence, from than on, we are bound by those words as words in so very many ways, carry power, magic even. But much in every single way, I too, have got to live up to those same set of principles. I dunno. Perhaps it all truly is just progress, not perfection. Perfectly imperfect. I really did love those words caress when it came into my life. And that is a regret, though soft, because of her, and the shared uniqueness of that first bond. So much gratitude for gifts returned.
- Sometimes a fool, though foolishly in love...
In the lodge, bound to blind, blanketed fear.
Entire inside towards vulnerable,
All souls cry to her,
All souls delivered from her and return,
For She is life, and she is death. She is the key to both, newness and sweet, ancient and fear.
Dirt comfort in soil, earthen smells, smoke fire, images of volcanic flames set to 29. Pouring out and breathing in. Release. Exit unto night, exit unto stars, exit unto moonlight amidst earthen powers of light and sky love of peace. All roads lead home to the Mother.
Time is a cycle. It is ebbs, it is flow. I used to pass time 'til next ending birth. Now during time's passing, every single second, every single breath...is a beginning. Time cannot be wasted. It would mean we would have control over it. The outcome is never the goal...else it would never be the outcome desired.
Time then, is ellipses