Suffocation

Fear and anxiety Insecurity Distorted perception Suspicion, sarcasm a form of aggression Denial of all these the doors shut to healing only the perpetuity of all the feelings loneliness, shame, longing Love just a myth all those who appear to have it therefore just pretending which is a form of lying and herein lies the…

Slow down or race right along

Chasing is exhausting Yet we chase We are born into the race And so we learn to hurry up From early on Tired the norm Our state of being Hard to remember Anyway There is no time for that Remembering Life’s too short for that Who wants to live in the past Anyway Let alone…

Transitioning

Doing from nothing Do nothing Become being To birth A different way Of doing Not jarring But flowing

Human race

Why are we called the human race? Are we humans in a race? A race to survive for a lack of wisdom to stop and see each other in need of a caring embrace? So there is a race with wonderful achievements even conquering space testimony to our ability to question and create Togetherness makes…

Kill the snake?

I don’t know. I simply don’t know. Too many things I have been certain of have become illogical and childish now. Now I can only question and wonder and seek a way to be my own true self and live with responsibility.  The snake and the dragon, one real, one imagined… beautiful, dangerous creatures for…

Conveyor belt Christianity

They do not know they cannot see the ones who work this dusty machinery to them it is their call to ministry Call this their home then make them a clone full of doctrine and knowledge and ritual and garbage Tell them this is a family where they can belong as long as they go…

The Emperor’s clothes

Comparisons and Contradictions Paradigms and Paradoxes Irony and Incongruency Metaphors and Relativity Conscience and Consciousness I’ve been trapped in the realm of linearity of one-dimensional dogmatism Where the dogs are vicious they growl and bite they also want to get out of this prison this lesser than smallest non-space of gruelling greyness false hope daily…

Laughing again

There is agony and ecstacy in living deeply with awareness rather than hiding and lying to ourselves as we pass through our days just existing or surviving So I choose awareness questioning and risk I allow myself to question the reason and feel the emotion by which I live I consider the longings and desires buried…

Myth makers

And it was evening and it was morning, another day.  And we said, let there be love. And then we lived it, we made it so. We chose to be gods: to love and forgive, not ignorant of your humanness our shadowside, our tiredness. It’s is not by pretense that we become gods but by…

Love is not a fairy tale, it is a myth

Love is whatever we make of it. We get to define it. We have to decide it, define it, imagine it, create it, live it. If we don’t do these things, love will not exist. This is something I’ve written that kind of explains, to myself, my own perplexing journey in search of romantic love….