Ode to Love

A shining blue light Bursting unexpectedly Then coming my way Compulsion's flipside With that same soulstruck feeling Welcome like cool breeze Still I am nervous As you weigh and measure me But your hand lingers Your voice drops the silk All lights are and are known green eep crashes me forth Your shoulders catch me I feel your joy as my own Hips cushion my fall Still in disbelief The crowd staring as we laugh First love/(path) of its kind So we walk these halls Telling truths, easy and hard (Always) ((side) by (side)) This dream has lingered May it do so 'til your call May it linger not

John 8:5-9 "'In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women.   Now what do you say?' They  were using this question as a trap,   in order to have a basis for accusing him. But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger.   When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, ' Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone   at her. '   Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground. At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there." It is funny how this story has become "a line in the sand" over time. Reading this section more carefully as an adult, I noticed that Jesus was writing something, and since that time I have wondered what he may have been writing. Whatever it was would likely be short, as the tensions were rising in the crowd and it was a relatively quick exchange. Then again, he did...

As Matthew continues, the idea that it is what one expected to happen, or faith, that allows for the result, continues to be apparent. Matthew 9:22 "Jesus turned and saw her. ' Take heart, daughter,'  he said, ' your faith has healed you.'  And the woman was healed at that moment." This was on the way to a synagogue leader's house, where not only do we see that faith determines the result, but in this case lack of faith is separated out before the result occurs. Matthew 9:18 "While he was saying this, a synagogue leader came and knelt before him and said, 'My daughter has just died. But come and put your hand on her, and she will live.'" Matthew 9:24-25 "he said, ' Go away. The girl is not dead but asleep.' But  they laughed at him.   After the crowd had been put outside, he went in and took the girl by the hand, and she got up." If I recall correctly, in each case of resurrection Jesus says that the person is sleeping, ...

Matthew 9:12-13 "On hearing this, Jesus said, ' It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.   But go and learn what this means: "I desire mercy, not sacrifice." For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners. '" This verse has been puzzling to me for some time. While one can follow the analogy pretty directly between healthy/sick and righteous/sinners, the verse Jesus quotes, a verse which he quotes repeatedly, does not seem to correspond to the rest of the analogy directly. Sacrifice is not something done with things impure, but with things that are pure, so it is not that Jesus is saying the options for sinners are mercy (when he succeeds in acting in the role of the savior), or sacrifice (if he decided not to be a savior, the loss of sinners would not be a "sacrifice" in biblical terms). If one were trying to make the quoted verse fit this analogy, the only possibly "sacrifice" here would be the righteous, for they w...

Humans did not know how to best interact with Psychitects after their first encounter. The interaction was brief, but these strangers eagerly shook their hands and greeted the human delegates warmly. The Psychitects explained that they had seen their intentions, and were willing to join the cause, apparently already familiar with it.  A little concerned about their intimate knowledge of the classified documents of a previously unencountered alien species, the human ambassadors understandably probed further. After that meeting, the Psychitects were deemed "extremely psychic." Humans had encountered other psychic species, but none with such extensive abilities. Each human in attendance that day said that they had this strange sense that they knew the Psychitects from somewhere, and while this was impossible, they assumed it was some lingering effect of the psychic bond that had been made. If pressed, the humans described these fantastic new allies as awe inspiring, yet also dee...

She stood there with her reflections, a myriad in fact, as the cavern grew. This cavern no longer maddened her as it once may have, forcing her to question if she would ever know anything else. Now they all were on the same page, each of them, finger pressed to parchment, their own claim to the story. For some time she had been looking for any excuse not to go, now she was torn between running to him and finding any excuse not to. Each new reflection provided some new question, some new concern upon arrival. While the collection groaned with each delay, she smiled every time, knowing that the outcome would be better with each angle she fleshed out. So she diligently examined each one, neither hasty nor slow, thoroughly and uncompromisingly dedicated to uncovering the truth.  She knew it was not a matter of if, any illusion of that had long since been exposed for her, but when. None among them presented that simple concern, for what is confirming the certainty of time besides an ago...

Every. Single. Day. Your voice on the radio Every single night Morning and evening Regardless of frequency And still I miss you As stillness escapes I grow weary not of you But of knots undone The pages all read Aura shimmering golden The lights are all green "Reflect on echoes" I tell myself in the din In silence spoken So gain assurance Until margins are bylines And each heart marked aches Some days feel different Like you might jump off the page Felt here as a man How much more must you? My elegantly perfect Storybook ending

Against all the odds Her story will continue Hope revitalized What a strange journey My heart was in the right place In complete chaos So read intention And disregard day to day I am confused here But never so deep As to forget why I've come And what must be done If my words have helped Errant yet written with love I am so happy I am so happy Regardless of involvement And revitalized Our roads intertwined Even if just in my mind Even if you left So bright eyes look on Weary hands finish this song Violet (crescendo/lullaby) {molto vivace}

The storm lingering Not a downpour, dark skies chilled Reminds me of home The snow encroaching More a sheet than a blanket Hinting more to come But still I emerge Am I past disappointment? Besides, I'm hungry. So I don my garb Prepared like weeks have not seen Taking my old seat I think about her What are you thinking my love? How does the gap ache? I feel the distance But with the war in your hands How much more must you! I can only wait But you must choose not to come And partake with me The vintage ferments With rapidity unmatched Will the casks hold firm?

Walking down strange paths Only vaguely familiar How did I get here? So I retrace steps Kicking off the foreign muck As I mark off lines From the halls of Rome To the faintest twinkling eye I find my poison The slope slippery But so long as to lure me False security A plan fixed in mind Had me linger from my home For a page too long "Do not make such vows They steel along weakened lines And collapse at once" Is that the answer? What power might a man have Gaining such control? It could have been worse I praise the God who forgives And softly corrects

Matthew 8:13 "Then Jesus said to the centurion, ' Go! Let it be done just as you believed it would.' And  his servant was healed at that moment." Matthew 8:2-3 "A man with leprosy came and knelt before him and said, 'Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.' Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. ' I am willing, '  he said.  “ Be clean! ”  Immediately he was cleansed of his leprosy." I am noticing more and more that the phrasing used when approaching Jesus is important; I believe these two stories were put side by side to emphasize that point. This seems to link back to "reality by agreement." It seems that Jesus was primarily called to react to scenarios he found himself in, rather than acting first. When reacting, what people asked of him was important, and how. Presumably he was able to do anything based on his fundamental link (automatic agreement) with The Father; he chose to primarily heal people of all manne...

I was just considering the week of Creation, and a way things may have separated out in order to work as observed. I was considering the possibility that while God is saying "let there be light," as a declaration and it is accurate to say that is when light was made, how it actually happened may still be important and may provide a clue as to why the stated timeline and the apparent timeline, from our perspective, differ. This concept assumes that utilizing our ability to know good and evil should provide accurate answers, since God indicated that if we also ate from the tree of life we would become like God ("like one of us") Genesis 3:22 And the Lord God said, “The man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil." So what if in the process of declaration, which took a short time from the perspective of God, The Word was fundamentally required to remain true? In that case, The Word would weave outward such that the statement was true for the moment it...

I just reread Matthew 5-7, and the parable at the end struck me differently this time.  Matthew 7:24-27 “' Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.   The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.   But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.   The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash. '" I wrote not that long ago of a structure of belief, and how this acts like the soul's house. I wrote of how there is a blessing to tests because there is the certainty of a storm. Avoiding tests- not presenting your beliefs for scrutiny against your source book or against others with different beliefs either in the same "religion...

I was just thinking about the perspective of a fertilized egg, that first cell. If you compare it to a single celled organism, bacteria and the like, its function and process is likely very similar. It has been a long time since I took cellular biology, but I'm guessing, if anything, the functions of a bacteria cell in regards to interacting with its environment are more advanced than those of a fertilized egg, because of the DNA programming telling it that it must interact with its environment on a largely individual basis, rather than as an eventual group. So I was considering the idea of awareness from this perspective.  Clearly each of these types of cells are alive, from a scientific perspective, which means, among other things, that they operate to maximize their position in their environment based on the instructions from their DNA. So if something is alive and interacting with its environment in order to maximize it, it must possess awareness of some kind in order to do so....

If you are willing Make this ending amazing And chock full of love Make me ideal With heart molded after yours And perfect body Let mercy shine bright Within the threads of all justice Gleaming silver hue Let this mark the end, Eternity fit for all, Of all the endings Make it interesting Eclipsing and accenting What was once meaning Hold her back no more When the moment is decreed Let her be right here We will examine The astounding consequence Of pure perfection Lord I ask you this Heal me in all of these ways If you are willing 

I was just thinking about how in the end we will all see Jesus.  Revelation 1:7 “Look, he is coming with the clouds,”      and “every eye will see him, even those who pierced him”;      and all peoples on earth “will mourn because of him.” So shall it be! Amen. This came to mind because I was thinking about how Jesus is nearly always depicted as a white guy with long brown hair, and I tried to picture "actual Jesus" and couldn't do it. It made me realize, part of why Jesus is likely depicted inaccurately (on any logical level anyway, considering the time and region in which he lived) is to point out that we will recognize him straight away when he is ready to be seen, but not because there are pictures of him hanging all around. There will be no doubt as to who he is, but the question is "how is this possible?" especially in light of Luke 17:22-24. Then he said to his disciples, “The time is coming when you will long to see one of the da...

So I recently picked up a copy of an old book called "The Maze" I had read before and enjoyed, but felt like I didn't completely grasp. It's like a choose your own adventure book, presented as a puzzle with significant depth in only 45 pages. While I realize this is a very niche thing to spoil, this post contains not just extensive spoilers, but also a solution akin to "100 wise men, with hats!" Only read on if that is what you are looking for. The Maze seems to have a darkness to it. The overwhelmingly apparent theme is that there is no real way out, and that even the correct path is simply a return to where you began, but that there are many others who are not nearly so lucky. Reading message boards dedicated to the book, this theme echoes and resounds, claiming that it is a metaphor for life, complete with all manner of dark commentary about the futility of experience. When I read it though I brought my own perspective to the maze, as we all do. It could ...

Let us separate Meaning from meaninglessness Justice from mercy The good from evil These razor sharp reversals In smallest spaces Careful precision Feels not like the work of one But the joy of two Not one good thing lost Even surrounded by dross Every gem is spared This becomes instinct Without effort swords are raised In distant battles At home and at rest Inspiring from afar Words stronger than steel Watch the poles align Dominos fall into place War won before fought Even if we fight We will not do it for long Our hearts realign 

I feel layers in my brain sliding into place, temporarily locking into this arrangement and then that. It is a familiar feeling, like solving a rubik's cube of many sides, layers, and dimensions. Still, knowing the mechanisms of the simple puzzle is the seed of understanding the complex puzzle, so rather than countless grains of sand blown by the wind, the sand is arranged and solidified with water in order to allow structures of sand to arrange like legos when suited. Now is one of those times. I consider that my possibility field has been shrinking as doubt has been removed layer by layer like chipped paint. This field ends (in a sense) at my soulmate, and as I become more certain of that, I am locking away aspects of doubt in their own dimensions where such examination of all possibilities may in fact bear fruit. At the same time my focus sharpens and deepens here. This begins to reveal other truths related to my cause, the deeper I go, the more I discover. The process of testin...

I just considered the idea of shouting from the rooftops, in relation to those referenced in the book of Enoch who gave secrets and led men astray (if the book is actually genuine which is unclear). However, if it were genuine, considering mercy and loving your enemies, if you put those chains put on forever in context of the pocketed dimensions I just referenced in my last post that allows for space for flaws to flourish, it really does feel like all these pieces were meant to fit together and that Jesus was indicating that they were being brought together soon and that we should not fear what is thought or said but rather test everything against the truth and what is good, and shape what we find accordingly. In this context it feels like "forever" may be considered the bounds of this timeline, for a new type of time will be starting afterward, one in which even the worst of flaws and offenses have been reshaped into pieces of the perfect whole as they were meant to be. It f...

I was just inspired into an imagine that felt kind of new, or at least an image that if I have seen before I have yet to put into words. It was a kind of hyper reality that neither my soulmate nor I likely fully comprehended existed at first, thinking we might be required to sand rough edges of ourselves, in order to fit together. It's like I glimpsed in ignorance that this process would not be sufficient, and on instinct drew out the worst in each of us until it became too much to bear. But in the dust I had plenty of pieces to see a pattern, and made little pocket realities to secure these less desirable aspects of each of us, places where our flaws could still exist in full and free, without destroying the primary goal of union we shared between us. These extra dimensions were places in shapes where the product of flaws added uniquely to the beauty of reality, rather than detracting from or destroying it. In doing so, suddenly all of these things about each of us that once seeme...

Take me by the hand I want to introduce you To who you once were They are familiar Fit like a glove in a drawer Left unworn for years So much has happened But as of yet not to them Tell me what you see. Tell me what you feel. This bright eyed idealist Is counting on you Before you were torn Sides bloody from crashing waves And other men's words See it in their eyes In days before countless lies When your sight was clear "What happened to us? I wanted things to be better How could this happen?" Go ahead and talk You have all night to decide. Learn or switch places.

"If you love me then I love you"  I consider the echo that rings now through my mind. She swore so silly as to seem to guarantee its truth. It seemed as solid a move as any, and I trust her. So I return to the place where we each control the other, this chaotic place we have sought to reshape or lessen the sting of it for each other in times past. It is a place where everything changes, or at least everything has changed each time so far. She is there as always, and waits for my signal. I consider the worst for a flash, saying I would think it through and then not doing so fully or hardly at all. Still, I trust her. So I begin to speak. "If you love me then I love you."