Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Light on

Who has the courage to say the words that no one hears? To throw trusting heart into the cold wilderness . To stand alone and understand.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Touch

I gazed into the studded black horizon, that sparkled and danced as if an unseen hand had in some fervent passion strewn millions of diamonds to scatter across the velvet night. In the near distance the steady crash and break of waves pounded with practiced determination, echoing an ageless rhythm for wondering ears. I stood underneath the glow of a soft street lamp that was almost lost in the embrace of quiet dusk and watched gray smoke swirl higher into the night sky, luxuriously unrolling its way across an ancient palate. There, with the cool evening breeze dancing her fingers lightly across my skin, the soft silence broken only by the muffled roar of distant waves, I saw the edge of rainfall. Small, glittering droplets broke free from the black night to fall upon my lips and face so shyly that I could count each single silver drop as they materialized before me. For a long while I stood there on weathered concrete, sage-green jazz drifting behind me, gazing high into that black horizon and counted the rain.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea

I sit back and reflect on the wide-world around me, this sometime hesitant, sometime eager juxtaposition of desires and fears, instinctive morals and deviant transgressions that I constantly find myself submerged in. One constant characteristic I have that has so greatly shaped the way I life my own version of Truth is this inevitable desire to break down our own perceived reality into smaller, purer Truths that are birthed from an amalgam of our own perceptions and misconceptions, victim to subtle, cultural and social influences masquerading as intoxicating, self-justifying Absolutes. I am fascinated with an insatiable desperation to deny the inconsequential struggles of humanity, ever-seeking some form of deeper truth with the mentality that once we are on the path to honesty, then exists the possibility of Understanding and some form of Glory. If there is anything in this world that captivates me, it is the ever-growing struggle to confidently classify this entire writhing mass of minuscule detailed Absolutes underneath a greater Theme that has the strength and honesty and flexibility to envelop the entire Truth of ourselves, past, present, and growing, all the while with a humble bow to the deep, magnificent mysteries that refuse to be understood by frail human ignorance. Once forged from so many distraught and lost links, this chaotic joust of mind and heart melds together into a simple, pure and honest understanding of our own selves. I want that understanding, I want to discover that lasting, deeply satisfying, humbling peace that comes with a wisdom and acceptance of our own unique strengths, weaknesses, and place in this world. In that acceptance we find an immortality of sorts, a glory, an everlasting freedom.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Stay Lost

A thick gray sky stood still against rolling green hills, with a single, lonely sparse bush cutting a stark profile into the cascading silence of the morning. I stood there on cobbled streets surrounded by the cacophony of winter glamor that adorned the neat spanish tiled townhouses veined with dark green ivy and soft red roses, gazing into that distant horizon. I couldn't help but become overwhelmed with a desire to climb over that black, wrought-iron fence that so possessively divided civilization and wilderness, and sit there with that single bush standing with such lonely courage high above the throttle and hum of humanity. I wanted to cut my own profile into the blue-gray sky that sang so still, so silently and with that lonesome bush, wonder about the mysteries of simple things, lose myself in the reverence of childhood memories cloaked and half-forgotten. I walk so closely to the discovery of such wondrous secrets that there are times I wonder if I am choosing to live this life, or am too fearful to dare and discover another.