It’s the reality of our descent to nothingness that drives me to write this morning (poetry ensues, sarcasm there is intended). In all of our petty offences, we’ve forgotten the beauty in diversity, and the expression of life that we all are. There is unity in our uniqueness, it offers a sweet interconnected dependence that enriches existence. We have taken upon ourselves, in this era or rights and entitlement, the perfect expression of our insecurities. I wonder how much of our quest for equality actually stems from the deep set fear that we are not enough, and someone else is the perfectly written character foil for all that we lack.
And yet expression of lack denies our true title. Our very essence. For we actually lack nothing. Our Father owns all the cows. He put some in my yard, and some in yours. And he did it with perfect intention. He even arranged it so that I might have water in my yard, and in yours, good grass. He is tricky in his plot… We think we’re alone, and the grass is always greener over there. But we are not. All the fences have gates. It behooves us to work the latch.
You can argue all you like with my world view. Let me know where you think it’s askew. I’d be happy to converse, but the truth is, humanity is at it’s best when we work together. When we pull from our strengths instead of forcing the weak to carry their own burdens. We may find later that their strength lightens our own load.
I am not what you are. I am very gloriously my self. It is both a relief and an amazement. I am also not the sum total of my painful experiences. Woven into that story is beautiful healing, an unlearning, if you will, of all that destroys and would wound another. I am not those layers, I am designed for unreserved interconnected unity. A very direct expression of Divine Love. Only I cannot love you as myself, unless I do. I cannot see you in that same light without first embracing the reality in myself.
Reality is beautiful, but we must choose to look.
Ever Increasing Grey, a Reflection on Christmas
You can whine.
I don’t want to
You can complain
I don’t see the point
take every day
the plans that we make
and pour melter
on my winter wonderland.
I like Christmas
I like Love
I like remembering
Who came from above
to remind us all
He was actually here
All that awayness
the culmination of fear.
I like the romance
of a crackling fire
the soft cozy feelings
that kindle desire
I like when this one day
flows into another
sunset to sunrise
without waking soul slumber.
The lights and the candles
the smells so delicious
the smell of the pine trees
surprises suspicious
I like the whole package
tied up in the bow
Of calling it Christmas
with or without snow.
So take your correctness
and with it romance
enjoy your fine world
where we all wear the pants
mind you, the same ones
we don’t want to offend
or reflect our uniqueness
for the party might end.
and we all might go off in a huff
and call it celebration
of the ever increasing grey
and the imminent blasé.
Joy to the World.
All the Boys and Girls now.