looming

A weight sits in that low area, unidentifiable in its current state. It hums a tune, constantly making its presence known with low decibels, but too low to be fully understood.

quote of the day

'When you get to that place of celebrating yourself, someone good will come join the party.' - Michelle M. Hammond

love out loud

Real love is not meant to be hid and tamed
but exploded unto the very subject of such affection
with strength and depth unmatched by any feeling before it.
Not physical gifts or a lustful frenzy of body and skin,
but minds, hearts and emotions finding their kin;
strong embraces that merge two to one
as if each is pulling the other home to their heart;
a power of a connection that is recalled in an exchange of a glance
and made perfectly obvious to all who dare to watch,
a connection that sees past the face and straight inside
sometimes knowing its contents without a word;
a need for each other mutually felt and expressed
as desire over obligation;
a sharing of all things real in this life, laid out raw and naked
in a space of comfort, protection and care over its fragile contents;
a practical ability to understand, accept and handle the daily challenges
that come with moving through life as two while still being only one;
a willing decision to place oneself in harm's way, with risk of hurt,
because it's the only way to do it right, and it's worth it;
a booming pride to shout, share, and show the world
the wonderful blessing of this feeling and being in your life.

shield and shelter

The further away from you I move
the more exposed I feel,
your presence is a comfort
that cannot be replaced

here today...

Losing our friends one by one
to the inevitability that awaits this life,
death.

May we all have a great mark to leave when our time is up.

least of me

I saw you there, standing in the dark,
reaching out, needing someone to help,
but I was too afraid of making myself vulnerable for your sake,
so I passed you by... like everyone else

faith out loud

'whisper a prayer in the morning,
whisper a prayer at noon,
whisper a prayer in the evening,
and keep your heart in tune'

It struck me hard this morning as I read a simple story of a prayer for a friend that many a whisper of prayers I make (especially for others) are not only to keep my heart in tune but to keep my prayers to myself.

But why? The answer revealed my own shortcoming.

I pray in silence to reduce expectation. If it gets answered, then great news all around! If it does not, then no one will know but me... that's not a lot of faith is it.

I'm always amazed when the subtle ways I undermine my prayers are revealed: when I say I am asking in faith but then genuinely display very little.

one on one

I see the full side of you
the bright and darkness of you
the packed high to explosive potential of you
and I may conclude I want some of you

There is a give and receive that all relationships share.
Not the actual act of giving and getting,
but the personality traits that merge into ours
and make us who we are, that we inadvertently took
from those persons whose parts we admired.

All of us take from others.

And all of us, mostly unknowingly, give
by simply being ourselves in other people's sight.

The choice to embrace someone with all their parts:
both the ones you love and the ones you hate,
and willingly and knowingly give of yourself the same way
is the stuff that monogamous relationships are made of.

Polygamous relationships display a flexibility
to enjoy each person in their great moments
and be removed from them in their unbearable moments
while possibly enjoying another in their great moment

The first option allows for great depth with one...
an endless tutorial on all they have to offer, good and bad,
a tutorial that allows for bidirectional learning and bonding,
a benefit that is mutual, and in my opinion, brave...

I appeal to brave,
it's admirable, sexy, and worth it.

strumming

singing my life with his words...

killing me

softly

with his song.

evidence of things unseen

The more we understand,
the more we can explain,
and the more we can explain,
the more arrogance we gain.

If nature (non-living) puts pressure on life to make it evolve
how did nature itself evolve?
How could non-living elements
ever come together to breathe a soul?
They can't.
The story could not start there...
it always starts with life being there already,
that cell.. that one little cell...
for you and I and science know
that non-living cannot make living...
and nature cannot make life....
and randomness makes chaos, not perfection.

The very theory on which our feeble minds rest
to make us arrogant enough to believe
that we are the gods of ourselves
is wrought with holes wide enough
to suck all that arrogance away.

An explanation of how
is not enough
to cover the wide variety
of why.

I may discover exactly how I was formed,
I may never know why,
I may never know the why of anything.

That why floats around in a subconscious,
a part of us as real as our flesh, created by neurons,
but as tangible as the emotions we feel.

We have a spiritual side...
the side that yearns to find and fulfill a purpose;
the side that craves, that loves, that hopes.
We can explain what happens in our bodies when we feel these things,
but we cannot explain why with the same scientific tools
we have come to rely on so deeply.

Yes, there are many gods... and many religions,
and that itself is evidence enough
that each and every community of people
is searching for something...
and that widespread scale search
is powerful enough to never be ignored;
to stand in the face of all that we see
and shout that there is something more to be found.

'The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God.'
- Psalm 14: 1a