Comfort for the Clay

Beauty exists,
even when we can't see it.

The Dove flies in and out,
and yet is everywhere present
filling the whole
of the brokenness.

There may be pieces
within the cup,
but in Love
they are intertwined again.

Sweet gifts
in the mud
sometimes taste of dirt,
but in that clay,
in the dust,
is where Breath,
in the Beginning
Made us alive.

 Can't help but quote,
"O death where is thy sting"?
"O hell where is thy victory?"
There is no sting,
Even in death,
Even in the deepest depths of the pit.

For ALL was risen,
In Him
Who was crucified.
HE went to the depths,
and brought Adam and Eve
Up and into healing,
and into hope.
HE meets us in the depths
of our suffering
and in our sorrow,
and the chains HAVE been broken.

The world will not make sense,
and most of the time
if there is some sense,
it is just there to fool us,
and add up all the more
to the disappointments of this life.

In this life
there is joy,
and in it too,
There is suffering.

The time has come,
to give it ALL
UP,
to The One who can carry it
for us.
This is the only way,
and this is the only place,
Where there is
NO more sickness or sorrow
or suffering.
And in any present suffering,
We are not alone.

There is the Comforter.
Everywhere present and filling
ALL things.
Do not fear the depths,
as even there, The Comforter
can Now be found.

Rejoice!
In the conquering of death.
And there, only there.
In Him,
Lies our hope!

Protect

What can land in your life?
Land is in your life
Protect the land
Protect your life
Protect life

Hate has no place and cannot land
It can only spread
It spreads like a nasty virus
But never lands completely on one surface
It only pollutes the land
We are trying to protect
With our very hearts, souls and minds
Combined it can be a source of frustration
Or if you meet The Source, you may find He leads
To restoration of the way it was in the beginning
Or at least close

What can land in your life?
Land is in your life
Land is life

Water too is essential
To life
and it fills my soul
in combination it makes us whole
Holy mystery of Love

Love can land
Protect the land
Protect your life
Protect life

Where lies or focus?
Ponder upon these things that are good
Love can land
Hate cannot land
And although it can spread
If Love can land AND it can spread
How much more valuable that it can actually settle
And grow

Till the soil
Till the land
The sun and the rain and the endless gifts
So that the truth can land
In the stories of our hearts
And we can add purity of thought and mind
No judgement can exist
Where there is true love
The source is the rock

Heartily we laugh
We are sometimes unaware of what to do
How to help and sustain what we’ve been given on this earth
The beginning was a long time ago
The beginning knows no end
And the end knows no beginning
They are from age to age
And we cannot fully comprehend
Although we can be inspired and taste of Love
And be sowers of Love
Tastebuds may change with time
Even though the flavour is still the same
So we cannot focus on the land going back to the beginning’s end
But rather a new beginning within a beginning
To no end
To do one’s best
And to truly measure that
Is one increment
In this moment of life that we are given
that can be used

Even if we live 100 years
it is but a speck
in the grand scheme of time
To be blessed is to be able to do something
Within that speck of time we are given,
As it is a gift
A true gift

 

 

Cloudy Clarity

The train

came around again
for the tenth time

Ten times ten,
Into the infinite realm
Of the glory
To the edge
Where the hills of the sea
Wave as though there were still
Water there
and as though
The people were also still there.

There was some resemblance
Of the home
Where the droplets
Of time danced
Into the lavender
Fields
Tender sail boats

My, how the sails extend
Up to the clouds
They make shapes that
The mind
Did not imagine before
Until now
As they add into the imagination
That which was not imagined prior
And nature’s input helps to create
A new realm of beauty
That is then interpreted
Through the mind and within the heart
And then put out
Sent back out into the world
Back up to the clouds
That gave the gifts in the beginning
precipitation!
by the initial image
Given as a gift

One cannot begin to imagine
All that it would behold
Thanksgiving at its prime
To notice, to be blessed
receive and then give back up
Towards the place
To the One
Who fully gave to us.

Noticing even the small
Things
That are actually large events in time
There really is a clarity at all times
Even when it seems cloudy.

Celestial Navigation

I like the cloud that sits at night
in the dark advice of the sky.
The moonlit features of the stars
reflect over to where you are.
Humour in these tears.

To see the beauty and turn your back
on darkness,
and yet not to claim ignorance
or an uncaring eye.
It's not sinful to stay in the light,
It's self healing to try your best
To stay healthy
With the help of
the One
that is Love.

In the day the light so shines forth,
and in the night it's but a speck
of dust.
In the light
the dust flails about
into the wind, into the dim
Fire lit heart.

Do we forget who we are
sometimes?
Do we lose a piece of who we are?
How can we retrieve it,
and bring it back?

Dull Stained Glasses

Dull stains on the glasses
Of the man who woke up one day too early
For his lunch date
Of a century
The perfect opportunity to have an extra moment
 In time
Showed up too early
For his guest
Did not even realize
And now has to think twice before he speaks
The words that once seemed appropriate
And now just did not suit the times
The times are changing
And he too has realized that life is different
Than it had been yesterday
The interactions in the forest
Were no different than in the city
And this differed, because in the past it would have mattered
Matter of fact never spoke so precisely before
Fact of life never took authority until now
That the way life is
Is unpredictable
And he became comfortable with that
With not knowing what would happen next
The man woke up ten thousand years later
And suddenly saw things for the first time
Even with the massive curve ball
Of more than a moment being past
The realization that life is not what it seems
And even then it is still a blessing
Life is amazing, even when it does not feel that way
Present not only in the process, but also
In the opening of each moment
In time
He often looked for the opportunity to love a little more
To be a little more
Especially when others were not looking
How lovely to love
How spacious is the room that you fill with love
Does it have any space?
He took the time to make space and in return
He was given more of a place to make a home
In love
Not perfection, but unveiling of layers
Of intention
Of making an effort to be
To just be
In that being
To just love
Is a type of perfection that exists
That is beautiful
And revealed within
An unrevealed state
Of beauty in love in both state and existence.
To even close your eyes is a moment past
But the closing of his eyes was intentional
Even in that moment of closing
The darkness was opened and
Rolling away the stone
From the opening of the dark tomb
Brought to light a new darkness
That had never existed before
A darkness that was no longer true darkness
But light within the darkness
Without light shadows do not exist
You could not place a shadow over his parade
As he was a thankful soul
That could not be intimidated
Into thinking life was any less than it is
In its fantastical state
Even in the so called mundane
There is precious

There is precious
Even when we do not know it
Even when it is not felt
All are precious
In HIS sight
And we are marvelous in his eyes
Don’t be late for this date
And if you are late, you will still be loved
As you are
In the state of time that exists
Because time does not matter
The way we think
It all makes sense elsewhere
And we are along for the ride
Within and without our understanding

 

 

 

Illusion of Darkness

Stillness shaken in the darkness,

And yet the darkness is simply an illusion

to attempt to overthrow the Light,

which is ever present and fills all things.

Fully complete creation

Thinking we are incomplete.

That is an illusion

To know that not only the soul,

But also our bodies are beautiful.

Unite the two,

So they are in harmony with one another.

The soul and the body

Fulfill that place of creation

We are called to participate in.

In the Light

We are called,

To participate

In the Light.

We are called

Not to question our existence

But to give thanks for life.

Not just our own,

But the whole of creation.

In the motion

In the stillness

In the joy and in the mourning.

Darkness is not present

Where Light is,

If there is Light

Why deny it’s presence?

In the Light

We are called,

To participate

In the Light.

In the terror

That life sometimes carries,

There is a place of comfort

Through the pain

That can help towards healing.

We are called

To bring that place to others

Not just to bring it,

But to reveal it.

In the Light

We are called,

To participate

In the Light.

Darkness is not present

Where Light is

If there is Light,

Why deny it’s presence?

Are we present to The Truth?

Trained in Time

Why to write the words

that are disposable

with paper,

With ink that will fade

And leaves us all desolate

In the shade of time.

Hard to exist separate

from the reality of others.

In my world time

sometimes stands still.

In my world time

sometimes warps

To the next lifetime

When I’m already old and gray.

When the children around me are all grown up

And life is close to end.

In this life,

Trying to stay in the present

in this current gift

is a challenge.

For I wonder what life has to bring my way.

And in anticipation

I live it already,

But only in a theoretic way.

Only in a time that

Is actually the present.

For if we live in the future

Through our present

Then all will be lost.

For we will lose the present

by only living in the future

And the future will not really

Be experienced,

But rather lost in the present

And when the future comes

If we already lived it,

There will be nothing more to live

Because once the future comes

It will be the present

But we will not be trained

To live in it.

Mourning the past in the present

Also taints the present.

The present becomes the past

And our present is lost

We should hold on harder

To the present

And live in it,

Because we will never

Get the present back

Because it is now

Right now

As I write

And you read