Two Fingers

I think joy is manmade work. Hard work, at that. Driven by exterior motives, gratitude and the deep drive of the yearning. Without perspective there would be no happiness. Enjoyment would be success driven and driven deep into institutionalized society. It takes a humans heart to feel that good, mechanical yet emotive. I wonder how we operate under all this emotional turmoil. You would think we would just fall to the ground in shock by now. We come to recognize the unnatural in life but never can come to be comfortable with it. Being all different from the surreal and adjustable.

"Tell the Stranger what you cannot tell
Those who love you and desire your joy:
Tell."

VIA CAROL OF THE STRANGER, ABBIE BURT BETINIS

I must remind myself, I only love what is true.

Then their is the things no one knows about.

"I regain possession of myself through you. I think like myself now, not like the man I became. I eat and sleep like myself, bad, which is bad, but it's like myself when I was myself and not the other man."

VIA THE BODY ARTIST, DON DELILLO

Jello & Juggernauts

This time of year bears some consideration. What do we want now to fulfill our future now? Are we made for the wanting - built for the longing? We always are driven by our existence, but suddenly we demand requirements. So much need for something else around the corner. And I believe it is. Putting what we worked so hard to get to against the push of the outside present from the gracious world. Can we always bear accepting so much more? I feel limitations in my desire.

“The laws of nature permit things that in fact, in practice, she thought, never happen.

But could.

But could not.

But could. If only in his mind, she thought.”

Tales from The Vienna Woods

I think at first I notice everything. Then nothing because then I consider. We lose ourselves so rarely, but I think we are more consumed then we recognize. I notice the puddles on the ground. And when they’re gone I still feel them in absence.

“Memorize a sunset for me.

I no longer see.

Memorize the passing of 

the clouds

in grey and blue

And I,

Will memorize you.”

Lindisfarne

It took me a generous amount to get me here. No faster than expected. And with me soon at what we face next at any given moment, I understand and appreciate where I stand. Although, I do believe I hurried through standing still, we do not get to choose how in what actuality time passes. Please give me relentless time. I take awhile to adjust - often. They don’t know the truth about me.

“Is love ever enough?”

I roll things off my tongue, testing the waters of the word and my mouth drowns in the weight & burns. I don’t know what to call you oh, sovereign one. Me. You.

“The voice of truth tells me a different story.”

Although often performing, rarely do I feel tested. But testing and judging are two complete different things. I don’t believe in either. Success is not love. And, my answers are as genuine as I have come to find.

“Some that don’t have answers are blessed with more questions.”

They say a helper goes before. I don’t think our natural ordinance calls for us to entreat others, but our divine says something completely different. More close to the heart and the connection we feel between others. It says ‘share this majesty’, ‘live into life’, ‘give what you can’ and ‘receive little’.

“Let no one separate.”

Under The Sea

If you don't know me by now

Depreston