Each time
he
f
e
l
l
he
dug in
a little
deeper
but
each time
he
climbed back
up
he
ROSE
a little
higher
spring is here. wake up, sleepyhead
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
No hablo this mess
What is this infatuation with enlightenment? If you're running after it, trying to grab it, giving it a name or a face; you're just missing it altogether.
How can you be "in the moment" if you're just waiting for the next moment, a better moment, a better time, or for goodness' sake-Friday? Enjoy the messiness of you as you are now, knowing that if you do your best, something "better" might just come of it. Or maybe it won't and being right here, right now, in the thick of some ickiness, is okay.
We can't stop time or doing, being or happiness; we can only choose to be with the wonder in every feeling, situation, or being; whatever that looks like.
How can you be "in the moment" if you're just waiting for the next moment, a better moment, a better time, or for goodness' sake-Friday? Enjoy the messiness of you as you are now, knowing that if you do your best, something "better" might just come of it. Or maybe it won't and being right here, right now, in the thick of some ickiness, is okay.
We can't stop time or doing, being or happiness; we can only choose to be with the wonder in every feeling, situation, or being; whatever that looks like.
A controlled burn
...if we keep running from it
It will never be with us
...if we keep hiding from it
We will not see what we are
or what we may become
...if we turn away from this
We will not be ready
nor more learned
Let us be unraveled a little,
to tie It all up again
should we foolishly name it
...or we can walk gracefully
through It
...or sit by the seaside letting
it wash over us
and be one with what we've
come to know:this ache
which scratches and bleeds us
until we cry out in pain
...be with It
your pain is your guide, blood and salve
washing you clean
...forgive it
you are your own jailor
...for now you know pain and
what you have done to others
Your purgatory has been ravaged by the fires of this hell
...be with It and set yourself free
It will never be with us
...if we keep hiding from it
We will not see what we are
or what we may become
...if we turn away from this
We will not be ready
nor more learned
Let us be unraveled a little,
to tie It all up again
should we foolishly name it
...or we can walk gracefully
through It
...or sit by the seaside letting
it wash over us
and be one with what we've
come to know:this ache
which scratches and bleeds us
until we cry out in pain
...be with It
your pain is your guide, blood and salve
washing you clean
...forgive it
you are your own jailor
...for now you know pain and
what you have done to others
Your purgatory has been ravaged by the fires of this hell
...be with It and set yourself free
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Toast and jammed
There's a certain amount of strength in letting go, whether it's abandoning your fancies of being normal and flitting into madness, or surrendering to a good old-fashioned beat down by life. Why do we always want to hold onto normal, creating some facade of decency and goodness? How will we ever get better and become divine in spite of our flesh, if we can't dance with our trembling legs? Broken hearts? Diminished spirits?
Hiding from yourself and all of your glory, is like hiding from G!d. What's the point in that? Let go. Slip into the madness and see what bubbles up. It might not be what you expected. It might not be what you wanted. But it will be real.
Hiding from yourself and all of your glory, is like hiding from G!d. What's the point in that? Let go. Slip into the madness and see what bubbles up. It might not be what you expected. It might not be what you wanted. But it will be real.
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