Just a Thought
Every attempt of man - his sins and virtues,
is to try and simulate a fleeting sensation of
the heaven he lost, the heaven he barely
knows is there, the imperceptible infinity
that escapes yet engulfs us all.
There has always been something in silence that seduced me. The quiet things somehow seem more moving, more potent. So much stays in the realm of the unsaid, and after everything else, still so much would remain when we could say all that we can.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Searching for the Voice in the Wilderness
Very few things remain in a state of purity as you get older. Fewer still are the things you want to keep that way over time. People don't seem to want to talk about the workings of their own heart, the truths they hold in their minds. Maybe the acquired day to day habits of societal roles and instinctive tendencies to social self preservation get in the way. But every now and then, you want to break free. You want that breath of fresh air. You want life. All that boxed up fastfood junk is just another type of dying.
If you found that breath of air, that wellspring of everflowing water, would you not try to care for it as best you could? Keep it pure from this world you know to be corrupt? Would it not be wise to make sure that the hope you found is guarded much more than any of your other possessions?
Such a difficult line to walk. Already so many roads laid out before me yet none of them inspire my feet to walk on them with confidence. There must be a path that is not made my the hands and minds of men. They want me to trade the the symphony I hear from the distance for the noisy clangs of their mouths and propaganda. They want me to trade the few true things I have for a statistic and public ceremony.
Maybe I am a fool. But I think a greater fool than I would be one who falls into a hole they just crawled out from. Maybe I still don't understand. But is moving towards the ways of other men without my understanding better than my hesitation to decipher truth and good company?
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"We need to find the courage to say NO to the things and people that are not serving us if we want to rediscover ourselves and live our lives with authenticity." - Barbara De Angelis
Very few things remain in a state of purity as you get older. Fewer still are the things you want to keep that way over time. People don't seem to want to talk about the workings of their own heart, the truths they hold in their minds. Maybe the acquired day to day habits of societal roles and instinctive tendencies to social self preservation get in the way. But every now and then, you want to break free. You want that breath of fresh air. You want life. All that boxed up fastfood junk is just another type of dying.
If you found that breath of air, that wellspring of everflowing water, would you not try to care for it as best you could? Keep it pure from this world you know to be corrupt? Would it not be wise to make sure that the hope you found is guarded much more than any of your other possessions?
Such a difficult line to walk. Already so many roads laid out before me yet none of them inspire my feet to walk on them with confidence. There must be a path that is not made my the hands and minds of men. They want me to trade the the symphony I hear from the distance for the noisy clangs of their mouths and propaganda. They want me to trade the few true things I have for a statistic and public ceremony.
Maybe I am a fool. But I think a greater fool than I would be one who falls into a hole they just crawled out from. Maybe I still don't understand. But is moving towards the ways of other men without my understanding better than my hesitation to decipher truth and good company?
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"We need to find the courage to say NO to the things and people that are not serving us if we want to rediscover ourselves and live our lives with authenticity." - Barbara De Angelis
Saturday, April 17, 2010
The Day
I will taste the flight of the free and the fight of the brave.
The weightless conscience and the pure breath of purpose
will consume this tired and anguished flesh;
give birth and find it born again.
The knees that bow to a Saviour will find its rest,
when finally the heart is heard not just from its beating chest.
This is the battle. This is the fight.
This is all I've come to know to be the truth of life.
Though victory may be absent from the eyes of men,
These judgments shall no longer hold my care.
Today, I may be broken, but a coward I will be no longer.
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"It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between that we fear . . . . It's like being between trapezes. It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to." -Marilyn Ferguson
I will taste the flight of the free and the fight of the brave.
The weightless conscience and the pure breath of purpose
will consume this tired and anguished flesh;
give birth and find it born again.
The knees that bow to a Saviour will find its rest,
when finally the heart is heard not just from its beating chest.
This is the battle. This is the fight.
This is all I've come to know to be the truth of life.
Though victory may be absent from the eyes of men,
These judgments shall no longer hold my care.
Today, I may be broken, but a coward I will be no longer.
....
"It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between that we fear . . . . It's like being between trapezes. It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to." -Marilyn Ferguson