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Monday, August 29, 2016

I Am Music







I am music, lost in life's passion; I am the portrait, scarred with the colors of rage.......I am both living stone; and written page; created across separate realms, to live in many ways: many lives.......all at the same time.......perhaps, throughout all time........

I saw a time,
When all voices
Rejoiced together
.......alive.......
In the music of creation,
Singing the song,
As if it was our very own

I have been chosen for a banquet; and crushed in a cup.......alive in a kingdom; and dead in the dust.......pursued, nurtured, and developed.......living a creativity that is both me; and beyond me.......entwined, surrounded, and enveloped.......His light in me.......changing form.......like a life storm.......shimmering.......in the flash..............glowing warm.......a meteor swarm.......phenomenal!

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Timeless Moments






approaching the hour of living dusk,
we are reminded of the patterns of
our timeless moments;
like cycles of birth and death.......
like images of laughter, and pain
scattered as living seed
across the confluence of time and eternity,
merging, in the endless flow
of all moments that have died
swallowed, in a race to save time.......
or spend time.......
or slow time.......
or find time.......
every moment,
reaching out of the silence,
depending on what has passed before:
the living and the dead.......
alive in the moment.......
only moments apart.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

By the River


walking down by the river,
i hear a melody
in slow and soft inflections
beckoning me back.......
the intoned vibrations of the journey
speak to me of life.......a life
singing new worlds into existence.

there is a music
alive in the sonic and lyrical response
of the living soul
trying to locate himself
to understand.......to see.......
and to know, once again
that sense of wonder and beauty.

in subtle whispers and quiet tones
we create a place.......
a map in songline within the heart
slowing to a soft spoken incantation
evoking that moment of eternity;
reconnecting us to feel and touch, and
learning the paths by singing them as we walk.

Article:







Believers today are in the midst of an identity crisis; infiltration, persecution, and gang stalking have left many fractured, and frantically searching for answers.......and they have found many.......yet, they are searching in all the wrong times. There are those who enshrine the early church, searching for some early historical message; trying to set up some personal carbon copy of first century purity.......others go further, trying to add Torah and Jewish culture to their spiritual to-do list.......and for others, this still isn't backward looking enough; they want to crawl back to the womb of humanity; they want to go back to Eden.......yet when they get there they find only the same blank stare looking back at them; that they saw in the beginning of their search.
The problem that they run into is that God's redemptive plan was never centered on Adam, the Jew, or the early church.......it is centered on the person of Jesus Christ, and Him alive in us; right now.......and because of this, His plan is centered now, squarely on you and me.......His lambs, in all times.......and in each of us; in all our time, He is always on the move.......new within us, in every moment. Regardless of our times; in His moment, we are always standing in the great now of God's good will for us.
Beyond dredging up the past for a sense of direction; there is also a form of Christian fortune telling that has become commonplace among believers and groups.......trend watching has become a rising tide, and ministries everywhere are changing formats, redisigning their identities, and pandering to the surrounding culture.......not based upon the movement of the Spirit, or a prophetic word.......but rather, just trying to guess at, and grab ahold of future trends, to keep their heads above water.......once again, giving up God's investment in the here and now; to seek their direction in faddism, mental gymnastics, and the thoughts of men.......and if you are not obsessing over the current fad of the week; you are stubbornly living in, and yearning for that someday of the Lord.......when He will return to rescue you, and set all things right.......thus saving your ass in your own time, rather than building you up, in His moments of now.......you wait for the day, and sing songs about the clouds being rolled away; while watching and praying for the antichrist on the nightly news to give meaning to your lives.......as you shout, 'He is coming here, He is coming there.......He is coming soon.......when all the while, our Lord's words were that no man would know the day or the hour.......understand, my friends, these were words of freedom from the times of men; and from men trying do design their own times.......He was telling us to put away the crystal ball, and come to Him.......now.
Our Lord understood that worrying about tomorrow doesn't do much good for anyone.......because, for us, the data is never all in.......there are endless variables, and limitless possibilities beyond us, that we cannot imagine.......in fact; if we are walking, now, with the God of all things are possible, we can always expect, only the unexpected. In other words, we have, for the most part, no idea of what God has in store for the next moment.......thus, worrying about the future is, at best, an exercise in futility. Our hope, and our life, comes in laying aside our fear of what may be, and living in the what is, thus releasing ourselves into the always present hands of our Lord.......who summed all of this up in those words, 'Let tomorrow worry about itself;' for we are called to live in the eternal now of God.
Tomorrow is too late for anything, and he who sees his help and salvation in tomorrow shall continually fail and fall today.......only that which is done now remains; that which is to be done tomorrow never appears. It is wisdom to leave that which has not arrived, and to live in that which is.
My friends, all of our Lord's efforts, the entirety of His work in the world.......and in us.......is enacted, for us, in the present moment.......in fact, this now, is the instrument of God's design to cut through the bonds of time that so easily ensnare us.......it is also His purpose as well; that He might open our eyes to the joy set before us.......now.......and to the Kingdom that is within us.......now.......He is always drawing and calling us to live in His right-nowness. We, as believers, cannot afford to dismiss this truth that there is an eternal present in which we live.......this same eternal present, within His eternal now, is the only space in which your life can unfold.......as a matter of fact, it is the only real place of life itself.......and, for all of us, it is the only real moment of presence that we have in this life.......so stop dreaming, and start living, in the only place of life given to us here.......begin to live with God; in His Eternal Now.
Of course, I can tell you to live in the now.......I can tell you of its importance in your walk with God.......but until you understand the why of it for yourself; within your own heart; you will not go far.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Painted






I saw a time before time,
When the voices
Given by the songwriter,
Rejoiced together
.......alive.......
In the music of creation,
And the colors of life;
Invested in the song,
As if it was our very own
.......painted.......
In the blush of a star.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

.......






on a fitful night
living from within the experience
the wild things of God
shelter their harvest
at the very core of my being
unfolding the soul
in visions from the fire
reaching through clocks
as a living encounter
a knowing.......beyond understanding
not a message.......there is no message
just a life that flows
perhaps that is the message
if there has to be a message

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Whispers






My love steals
Across the land,
Like a dew.......
Provoking
Every scent and color.......
Till all lies before me;
Lustrous, and fragrant.......
If I cry to the heavens,
It is only that they may whisper to the earth.......
And the earth,
To the bursting lily,
And the wild vine, trailing on the hedge.......
And the bud, and the vine,
Into the heart of man.......
For I cannot shut out the hope of my love.