Thursday, September 3, 2009

thought

 

 

it’s when we are entrapped by our own fallible ideas that we find deliverance through acknowledging the unacceptable and creating a new world upon it.

chakra primer

 

the root speaks to the self

the self speaks its intentions to the heart

the heart speaks the truth

the truth creates vision

the vision is connection

martyr love


you act like you know me and you should.
met me at my loins, fell into them because of what they let you
believe about you;
but there is no grace for me.
i must pay for the both of us,
because i am willing
and able;
i bleed as a matter of course.

haiku…or something

      (everything)
    uni              verse
 single              multi
       one                     infinite
    unified                  expanding

Saturday, August 15, 2009

fledgling

 

‘the world has yet to know what

      one man fully committed to god

can do’ +

 

i am but one woman made

      in the image of god *

     a creator

and known to myself

       i am ^

 

+ attr to dl moody

* genesis 1:26-7

^ exodus 3:14-5

fear pt. 1


i was taught to fear
            man
                  god
              my (self)motivations
yet held to the standard of
‘yea, though i walk though
the valley of the SHADOW of death
i shall fear no evil.’

and so
i sometimes bow
when i should stand,
 and yet i believe,
when hope itself
        begins to tremble.   

Sunday, July 26, 2009

from a found napkin

 

this napkin was given to me by a woman in an italian restaurant bar in eagle, co, after many a shared cocktail and tale. i had told her i wanted to write a book or something, and she proceeded to tell me some about her life…..had the feeling she’d lived more than most, clearly most of it tough.  but she had a huge fire and passion for everything, and i truly enjoyed her stories and company that evening. it felt to me that she hungered to be known, and she wrote this down, hoping maybe that i’d use some of it somewhere.  i just moved, and consequently just went through all my stuff and this surfaced….feels like it wants out there…

‘signed: m.L.a.

american indian-lived in southeast asia. thailand–korea, 6 months in singapore 4 months in bataan (a side place of indonesia). traveled. but to find-hindu reality. husband ex con 1st man to ever record album in state penitentiary (san quentin) ran….next man, child from. father design the nuclear texa (?can’t make that word out) project built in 1974.’

i don’t know if a word of it’s true, but i can tell you i didn’t doubt her when i was looking at her eyes.  other people’s lives are amazing, and i think we all feel so ordinary….