Desert
Ambivalence (Audio)
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I have found that most of what I write is an attempt to be descriptive of some process at work in me. And then if I go back and look at it I find that many times it was in some ways prophetic in terms of where I needed to go next. Or perhaps it is that this student is slow and can only take what I need in small doses and must return again and again until the lesson is finally learned.
When I wrote this piece some years ago there was a stubborn anger and a blind faith that refused to move from where I was. It was during the beginning of the rebirth of me or at least of my awareness of the process. Today it is less desperate anger and more a statement of faith that somehow living in the paradox is the path for me. That in deep places I already know and am slowly developing a new language to contain the sights of the undiscovered territories of my Soul. In the end I wonder if the idea of “choice” is a bit overrated. Especially if the conscious options keep one blinded to that which is hidden within view.
Am I terribly weak, or terribly strong?
I am pulled between forces stronger than the earth.
Yet I am not utterly destroyed.
I may yet lose my mind or I may find it.
I am ambivalent yet I choose.
I choose ambivalence.
I wait.
I will not choose out of fear of loss.
I do not fear loss.
I fear being lost.
And the man is lost. His fears have come upon him.
Who is he? Where will he go?
What will he do? What does he want?
He knows. He waits.
He is seeking the answer to the un-thought known.
Grief – One Tear (Audio)
StandardDay Eight: Describe a place. I am in a place where material subjects don’t hold my attention very well. So this is an attempt at describing an emotional space.
I have penned no words for you since forever
Out of time though, my heart has done nothing but call your name
Over and over I find myself following paths that lead to you
Or rather they lead to places where I realize your absence
The separateness is startling and unreal
Grief too deep for words or tears, for they only well up in me
Perhaps I can not weep because I can not accept or come to terms with it
Or perhaps I just refuse to
But how can I come to terms with what is impossible
Just one tear would contain the sadness of the whole world
Perhaps that is why they will not flow
It would be too terrible
The Second Half (Audio)
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I have skills
I have intelligence
I have proven courage
I am creative and imaginative
I have an easy way with people
I am moderately attractive
I am strong in action
I have access to resources
I am healthy
I have led
I have followed
I am experienced
Yet I sit
I am not lazy
I am accustomed to work
But now even marking white screen with black symbols is an effort
To what end
An act of faith, or a shot in the dark
I have
I have
I am
I am
Yet it all seems a mask, paper mache
Wire, paper, glue and hollow inside
Or perhaps a game played but no longer interesting
I seek a calling
A reason
A vision to manifest
A vocation to which I will submit the second half
A new reality on which to focus what I have and who I am
That I may be remade, renewed, restored, and redeemed
I want to be alive before I die
In submission to the true calling of my Soul
I will find my freedom
Frozen Spring (Something’s not Right) – Audio
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This is the coldest Spring I’ve known
The bright green of the new season breaks without me
Pinks, yellows, whites, reds, purples, and blues, emerge all around
They signal that Spring has come
The bird-songs rise with the sun
They call and woo one another in preparation for new life
The sun is warm on my skin but its heat does not reach my core
The wheel has turned and I am left behind
This is the coldest Spring I have ever known