I'm in danger, an animal alive and restless. Tonight the dew develops and closes in on itself, frozen within.
and all those tears
them crying shames
douse to find mine minerals
rubies sapphires clean water
hidden where
i'd no idea.
Minerals mine buried
studded all through in
I wait for some spark to catch my eye and constantly ignore the light within. All of me . was . so invested in the earth.
I just heard a vision of the truth.
I would have said I'm so elsewhere all the time, blind to my heart, but my heart is all I see before me. My Faith (His Faith) is made manifest (out there) so I might know where I stand: ankle deep, swimming, dry as a bone. Faith enough to swim in when all we need's a mustard seed. How he grows (us).
I can't keep people; I can't impress enough, I can't stay perfect in their eyes. I can only walk, and only this will do.
I speak and forests grow, I smile and the fish of the river leap and race, I believe and all things are open to me. There is no time of day that I cannot be part of my Father; there is no dream that is not of him. Sorrows are moments stuck to the clock by which we live. But His time is a face without hands, numbers, or cogs - just light and music. "Seasons!" he sings, "Dance and live for joy and peace are yours eternally! Be awake, be heartfelt in all things, for your God is with you! Turn to Him that you might be moved to deliverance!" I open my eyes and see Spirit, learning to move in that.
We've been freed, put to pasture to feed, and learn and grow, and we immediately run back to our stalls where they know us and we can pretend there's actually nothing better than where we're at.
the streets are wet
lamplights shine a glow that lights the way
the glare in the drops, desperation
and I'm finding it hard to say:
despair pushes its way in
lost I can't find the light of day
deadening thoughts cuff me down
I'm struggling to say:
I believe
I am yours
there's nothing else besides us;
living life
behind closed doors
I'm sheltered emprisoned uncovered;
But to you who frees
to you who sees
I'm fully formed and beautiful;
I admit I've run to others
but you're the life of me
you're life to those who believe
if what you say is true
then my words are the life i choose,
my heart is drumming, my throat is humming
so close so much to lose:
but i'm still here, still with you
I've not gone so how could you?
'God with men' something something.
I don't know how writing music works. rather, writing lyrics. my poems haven't (necessarily) lent themselves to music, but to write something cohesive...i don't know whether music or lyrics come first.
There's more, there's always more. But I can't touch it at the moment. -hanss
9.29.2010
8.28.2010
Sonship. Kingship. Worth & Integrity.
I was taken by the dark night, alone with the house, the warm wind - how unusual. So I jumped on the trampoline into the night sky. I was lifted in the warmth, the breeze that spoke and whispered and I laughed. I was impressed by the noise of the trees, the loud susurrus; I used to hear it as harsh and scary, which it was for a moment, but I changed it - rather let it be changed. I lay down on the cold tramp and the holy spirit in ghost white overlayed me head to foot, rested upon me as a sheet - and I was impregnated, planted with a holy seed. I know I've seen this image before. Oh, Genesis. The Spirit hovered over the face of the deep. Found me. And it was time to bring forth. I prayed that I would either be loosed from the confines of this body or be able to share it. I cannot stand the shell it is - the way touch doesn't infiltrate or satisfy. That he's the only thing that satisfies: You're the only one.
Then I couldn't jump anymore, but spoke with my father and ran indoors.
I began pacing, knowing there was a push, a work, a presence. I prayed to him: Father I know you're here to produce. I've carried and warred and grown and here's the time. You know the time father, but I feel so unworthy. But I know you won't give me anything I can't handle. (I knew I could either grab the presentation, the offering, or deny it until later. always later...) I don't know what's here, but I know I've integrity, you made me and brought me here and here is good. So, knowing your character I say yes, God, I say yes.
And then I paused, and froze. and the dam broke within me and I was crushed from within and without by the contraction of every muscle and all of everything - pushing and pulling and moving forth, a flush of Water and Life that ripped through me in a torrent of power. I was on my face and tongues poured out of me until I had to turn onto my back.
I was facing my father in heaven and he wrote across my neck - shoulder to shoulder - words imbedded within each other: faithfulness, integrity, worthy. And the eyes of angels, 4 pairs were beneath him. And I prayed that I don't need the eyes of men any longer, but for Him, His eyes alone; that I would bear witness to the angels.
That I would be assigned an angel, a partner.
I saw myself as the second of four.
I saw my hands produce gold powder, stars - faith.
He stamped me remodeled, and all I could do was believe him. I asked how I could walk in that, free of the old casting. and He showed me. I grabbed the old covering from the floor, the old skin, and went to the door to throw it into the night where the wind caught it and carried it away.
There is a way that I am become.
Then I couldn't jump anymore, but spoke with my father and ran indoors.
I began pacing, knowing there was a push, a work, a presence. I prayed to him: Father I know you're here to produce. I've carried and warred and grown and here's the time. You know the time father, but I feel so unworthy. But I know you won't give me anything I can't handle. (I knew I could either grab the presentation, the offering, or deny it until later. always later...) I don't know what's here, but I know I've integrity, you made me and brought me here and here is good. So, knowing your character I say yes, God, I say yes.
And then I paused, and froze. and the dam broke within me and I was crushed from within and without by the contraction of every muscle and all of everything - pushing and pulling and moving forth, a flush of Water and Life that ripped through me in a torrent of power. I was on my face and tongues poured out of me until I had to turn onto my back.
I was facing my father in heaven and he wrote across my neck - shoulder to shoulder - words imbedded within each other: faithfulness, integrity, worthy. And the eyes of angels, 4 pairs were beneath him. And I prayed that I don't need the eyes of men any longer, but for Him, His eyes alone; that I would bear witness to the angels.
That I would be assigned an angel, a partner.
I saw myself as the second of four.
I saw my hands produce gold powder, stars - faith.
He stamped me remodeled, and all I could do was believe him. I asked how I could walk in that, free of the old casting. and He showed me. I grabbed the old covering from the floor, the old skin, and went to the door to throw it into the night where the wind caught it and carried it away.
There is a way that I am become.
8.09.2010
of all the stars
in that heaven
the one shines most
shines bright and even.
fervent hot
unglaring,
it boils and burns
providing deepest nights with even more brilliant light.
When do I stand out but in darker depths?
The effervescent family of Truth
exudes the day,
that revels in undending glow,
lightheart bounty flowing freely
pure white set to give life
and that more abundantly for growth-
the unveiling of shame as a falsity
only my eyes now see
the world - its fruit - in fulness
as I stand in wonder.
in that heaven
the one shines most
shines bright and even.
fervent hot
unglaring,
it boils and burns
providing deepest nights with even more brilliant light.
When do I stand out but in darker depths?
The effervescent family of Truth
exudes the day,
that revels in undending glow,
lightheart bounty flowing freely
pure white set to give life
and that more abundantly for growth-
the unveiling of shame as a falsity
only my eyes now see
the world - its fruit - in fulness
as I stand in wonder.
8.03.2010
What are you doing? has been the line lately.
More recently it's been 'Singularity of mind', that in purpose, set and founded in direction forth. Yesterday I floundered and wept and it felt like scraping nails upon my skin, made worse by the beauty of the day. My very freedom was washing through the trees and bringing me newness from everywhere.
So today I am free. The lie has been that I am unaware or too aware, that I take everything for granted and appreciate no thing. But I have been made to drove, to follow forward with purpose and direction, delivering a payload (myself) to a destination I'll keep reaching (eternity). How does one step into eternity? It's obviously not a place you can get to, but rather it's something you slip into, or on like a robe. Mantle? The EAC, eh? Jump in whenever you like and you'll be carried.
i am a whore i do confess
i put you on just like a wedding dress
and i run down the aisle
run down the aisle
a prodigal with no way home
i put you on just like a ring of gold
and i run down the aisle
run down the aisle
my heartshorn nickels
don't buy what they used to
tho they're not worth less.
values have widened
like bottoms
to consume whatever chair seems
most likely rest.
we are becoming like giants of old,
the ones they feared,
who lived in the land of plenty
and were fearsome because of it.
More recently it's been 'Singularity of mind', that in purpose, set and founded in direction forth. Yesterday I floundered and wept and it felt like scraping nails upon my skin, made worse by the beauty of the day. My very freedom was washing through the trees and bringing me newness from everywhere.
So today I am free. The lie has been that I am unaware or too aware, that I take everything for granted and appreciate no thing. But I have been made to drove, to follow forward with purpose and direction, delivering a payload (myself) to a destination I'll keep reaching (eternity). How does one step into eternity? It's obviously not a place you can get to, but rather it's something you slip into, or on like a robe. Mantle? The EAC, eh? Jump in whenever you like and you'll be carried.
i am a whore i do confess
i put you on just like a wedding dress
and i run down the aisle
run down the aisle
a prodigal with no way home
i put you on just like a ring of gold
and i run down the aisle
run down the aisle
my heartshorn nickels
don't buy what they used to
tho they're not worth less.
values have widened
like bottoms
to consume whatever chair seems
most likely rest.
we are becoming like giants of old,
the ones they feared,
who lived in the land of plenty
and were fearsome because of it.
7.26.2010
a vanillla smile pasted on
yesterday tomorrow's gone
i'm here for now
breathing in
i'll eat of this
no longer sin
the ever presence
the present tense
present sentience
making sense
A smaller bite
when bigger might do
there an overcoming
a little breath
when a fight might sprout
a little lighter now
sleep with my mouth open
rest now in peace
words falling forth not fouling
pouring flows of quiet brook
uneddied waters produced in
this heart
fecund bordeaux hidden beneath falling snow
i aim to please and failing that, I start a small fire
at a loss for what comes next. what do i...
and infinity cries out with tears and anguish
a leather binding broken loose,
the unshed fears come tumbling after
chasing one another first no last
ending all disaster - for feeling
for being and Am is the coming clean
the fruitfull stumble into seen
i need to break out - tonight the evergreens agree. this the first time. I shhhh out the window into the dark air and the trees smile. i'm with them - they won't destroy me. I grab a jacket and boots, slipping on moonlight. and I am light. I used to fight this so hard, kicking screaming - reveling in the earth my world, not enjoying a moment. now I am free of the stock that held me tighter than flesh. trouble get behind me now; trouble let me be. I take off, light footed because I am not held down, literally under no oppressive finger - performance, wrongdoing, do I shine like the moon? as faithful as the stars? am I the sun? i don't see it, but something has whispered 'don't worry about it' and I smile in spite of myself; I may never stop. I enter the wood and am awed that I feel no fear - not even a hint, here a forgotten memory of peace. I giggle and follow the path, treading lightly on a world of sensation, the living breathing all of me that's for me in every fashion. I smile like a moron and spin with my arms in the air. It's wild; i nearly smack a tree. My feet catch and a fall forward a few paces, laughing again. Today's a promise. This night hour is wreaking life on me. Most excellent! I walk and words and sounds and heightened senses so entirely captivate my attention that I step into the clearing before i realize it and find my old friend standing against a tree. Solidarity. i grin stupidly and throw my arms around him, feeling the who he is to me, how we get along, what we do together, why he's so great, that everything I've been given tonight is his just the same. that makes us one, this living by and experiencing all the ether and love proffer. Yes, thank you.
I pull away because he's uncomfortable; it was sort of a long hug.
i still. mine only hands uphigh
clear under waves
water weaves the lightshine frost
cool mist and gentle sands
humming mountains breathing trees
all of it all of this all the world for me
what life; the light that spurns the needlessness of dark
i perceive how the need for night will pass
and we, the remnant, will remain in daylight
all light - for All/Now/Am & Are
http://ralfmaximus.deviantart.com/art/Top-10-Jesus-or-Superman-144843734
Ryan Star
my help comes from the lord -
I had the impression for a while: relationship- i could see my idea of it and how it moved in me as a shape never concrete and that altered and moved ... then He removed the ties that held me to all of everyone so I might walk with him ... then he showed me what it means to fellowship him in me, by my emotions, by my reactions, by my soullish pleasures
!!Everything's a soulish pleasure!!
Then Friday morning at work I felt him move in me, like a slam-about in me gut and I said aloud (so it might be) 'Something's gonna change' and I only thought about it for a few seconds because I SO had no idea what that meant: then I hung out and came back to me, with brothers. Real brothers. I have scorned my soul to such great heights, for such lengths, for all the time I spent on earth. And now I am in it for fun and purpose. Refine me more, pull out the bits that weren't scraped on the first pass. I adore you, Lord. Be mine; I yours. Too true you sing and now we dance.
You're pretty cool, sir.
yesterday tomorrow's gone
i'm here for now
breathing in
i'll eat of this
no longer sin
the ever presence
the present tense
present sentience
making sense
A smaller bite
when bigger might do
there an overcoming
a little breath
when a fight might sprout
a little lighter now
sleep with my mouth open
rest now in peace
words falling forth not fouling
pouring flows of quiet brook
uneddied waters produced in
this heart
fecund bordeaux hidden beneath falling snow
i aim to please and failing that, I start a small fire
at a loss for what comes next. what do i...
and infinity cries out with tears and anguish
a leather binding broken loose,
the unshed fears come tumbling after
chasing one another first no last
ending all disaster - for feeling
for being and Am is the coming clean
the fruitfull stumble into seen
i need to break out - tonight the evergreens agree. this the first time. I shhhh out the window into the dark air and the trees smile. i'm with them - they won't destroy me. I grab a jacket and boots, slipping on moonlight. and I am light. I used to fight this so hard, kicking screaming - reveling in the earth my world, not enjoying a moment. now I am free of the stock that held me tighter than flesh. trouble get behind me now; trouble let me be. I take off, light footed because I am not held down, literally under no oppressive finger - performance, wrongdoing, do I shine like the moon? as faithful as the stars? am I the sun? i don't see it, but something has whispered 'don't worry about it' and I smile in spite of myself; I may never stop. I enter the wood and am awed that I feel no fear - not even a hint, here a forgotten memory of peace. I giggle and follow the path, treading lightly on a world of sensation, the living breathing all of me that's for me in every fashion. I smile like a moron and spin with my arms in the air. It's wild; i nearly smack a tree. My feet catch and a fall forward a few paces, laughing again. Today's a promise. This night hour is wreaking life on me. Most excellent! I walk and words and sounds and heightened senses so entirely captivate my attention that I step into the clearing before i realize it and find my old friend standing against a tree. Solidarity. i grin stupidly and throw my arms around him, feeling the who he is to me, how we get along, what we do together, why he's so great, that everything I've been given tonight is his just the same. that makes us one, this living by and experiencing all the ether and love proffer. Yes, thank you.
I pull away because he's uncomfortable; it was sort of a long hug.
i still. mine only hands uphigh
clear under waves
water weaves the lightshine frost
cool mist and gentle sands
humming mountains breathing trees
all of it all of this all the world for me
what life; the light that spurns the needlessness of dark
i perceive how the need for night will pass
and we, the remnant, will remain in daylight
all light - for All/Now/Am & Are
http://ralfmaximus.deviantart.com/art/Top-10-Jesus-or-Superman-144843734
Ryan Star
my help comes from the lord -
I had the impression for a while: relationship- i could see my idea of it and how it moved in me as a shape never concrete and that altered and moved ... then He removed the ties that held me to all of everyone so I might walk with him ... then he showed me what it means to fellowship him in me, by my emotions, by my reactions, by my soullish pleasures
!!Everything's a soulish pleasure!!
Then Friday morning at work I felt him move in me, like a slam-about in me gut and I said aloud (so it might be) 'Something's gonna change' and I only thought about it for a few seconds because I SO had no idea what that meant: then I hung out and came back to me, with brothers. Real brothers. I have scorned my soul to such great heights, for such lengths, for all the time I spent on earth. And now I am in it for fun and purpose. Refine me more, pull out the bits that weren't scraped on the first pass. I adore you, Lord. Be mine; I yours. Too true you sing and now we dance.
You're pretty cool, sir.
7.12.2010
Satyrn
It's this I don't buy. The funereal wrapping of a tight-lipped engorging personality, turgid, flagrant, an apotheosis of magnitudinal velociraptor fear and hunger. Today I wring my hands of grape juice, shake it out. Somewhere, somehow I lost the feeling in my fingers so I can touch and be close, perform ... something...but my eyes fill with cotton so I see nothing. There's a strainer sliding all I perceive, a seive slyrping the stuff I valued to a bottomless vat that's lost. Actually this is my view: where'd it all go? To be filtered...
6.26.2010
Smell it wild
The kingdom of God is like unto:
rainfall
splatter paint
fences as far as the eye can see
hiking
mountain ranges
the awesome strength of a storm
plains
travel
architecture
sweetbread
I challenge you to a game of wonder: where do your notions fall short? Truth is, and we do our own thing, without the will to consider any sort of alternatives. Would you let God split the things you love? the things you adore? the things you worship? It's hard, but it's everything you want. What will you give or give up for the desire of your heart?
rainfall
splatter paint
fences as far as the eye can see
hiking
mountain ranges
the awesome strength of a storm
plains
travel
architecture
sweetbread
I challenge you to a game of wonder: where do your notions fall short? Truth is, and we do our own thing, without the will to consider any sort of alternatives. Would you let God split the things you love? the things you adore? the things you worship? It's hard, but it's everything you want. What will you give or give up for the desire of your heart?
6.23.2010
Praise for his glorious grace
I've been muddling in emotion the key-lime/pastel color of my new shirt all day. I sat lowly and stood with eyes downcast, my voice was small and weak, and I have been prepared for any of the people I work with or even some guy off the street to come in and rip into me with the things I'm doing wrong.
I've been aware of the feeling, and that it's unprofitable as well as unnecessary, but I only just remembered Jesus and that there's a flipswitch that sets things right again - where I stand upon the earth (it doesn't stand on me), where my soul is under my spirit (not over), and where I can live the life of liberty granted to me by the highest order. ..... I just spoke with my God (uh, I meant to write 'boss') in boldness, rather without timidity, sure in who I am in such a way that I didn't take anything but came alongside. And then I smiled like a jackal to such an extent I got confused as to whether or not I was crying.
I heard that there are more connections in the brain than atoms in the universe and I thought - is it any wonder? A huios theos will certainly have a lot of brain activity: the doctor's would see lightning where lumpy grey matter should be.
I went to bed knowing God would wake me up and he did at 3. I hemmed and hawed about getting up and I don't remember how I justified not doing so now, but I got up and started looking into 'Earnest' because the line I woke up with was 'those who earnestly seek the kingdom..' and I don't even know if that's a verse at the moment. What I do remember is that 'earnest' means with fire, or hot, heat, boil. Which was funny to me, though I should be anything but surprised.
Praise for his glorious grace
There was a song on the radio that says 'if you won't take me out then please take me through this'- and I stopped short because something was suddenly clear to me. God goes to great lengths to orchestrate our perfection - and we just want it finished. When every second is a part he planned, with his heart in ours, his hands on mine, oh the closeness of the father! His warmth and breath, his smell and presence. I Am! I Be! I am this, that He made me.
I used to think he was unapproachable. How that could be I can no longer fathom. All he is - all of it - is approachable. Praise for his glorious grace.
I've been aware of the feeling, and that it's unprofitable as well as unnecessary, but I only just remembered Jesus and that there's a flipswitch that sets things right again - where I stand upon the earth (it doesn't stand on me), where my soul is under my spirit (not over), and where I can live the life of liberty granted to me by the highest order. ..... I just spoke with my God (uh, I meant to write 'boss') in boldness, rather without timidity, sure in who I am in such a way that I didn't take anything but came alongside. And then I smiled like a jackal to such an extent I got confused as to whether or not I was crying.
I heard that there are more connections in the brain than atoms in the universe and I thought - is it any wonder? A huios theos will certainly have a lot of brain activity: the doctor's would see lightning where lumpy grey matter should be.
I went to bed knowing God would wake me up and he did at 3. I hemmed and hawed about getting up and I don't remember how I justified not doing so now, but I got up and started looking into 'Earnest' because the line I woke up with was 'those who earnestly seek the kingdom..' and I don't even know if that's a verse at the moment. What I do remember is that 'earnest' means with fire, or hot, heat, boil. Which was funny to me, though I should be anything but surprised.
Praise for his glorious grace
There was a song on the radio that says 'if you won't take me out then please take me through this'- and I stopped short because something was suddenly clear to me. God goes to great lengths to orchestrate our perfection - and we just want it finished. When every second is a part he planned, with his heart in ours, his hands on mine, oh the closeness of the father! His warmth and breath, his smell and presence. I Am! I Be! I am this, that He made me.
I used to think he was unapproachable. How that could be I can no longer fathom. All he is - all of it - is approachable. Praise for his glorious grace.
6.22.2010
Peals of Thunder
Let the testimony ring out: the Father has called His children to Him. The bells are ringing, the trumpets sound, the voices of angels are all around us and the time is nigh. We've waited for such a time as this and He's made it clear it's come: today life or death - you choose. And we break into a run!
In praise once the men were dancing and moving. It was fun and light and the father was spouting off life the way he does. Then he concentrated on my Brother Zack and I, reminding us not to despise our youth, but rather to make the choice and get into our order. My belly began burning and my head got really light and as I was face to face with my Father a fever-pitch of anticipation welled within me as God himself said 'Hans. This is the way. You are the Bride. Will you Marry Me?' with these words the energy moving in me broke forth in a cry that thanked everything my creator ever envisioned for the wonder that he has made manifest in me: YEESSS! and I broke out dancing all over the room. I can still hear the sound and glory that colored my very soul.
Praise Be To God, for his are good works. I repeat myself when I pray 'Lord you've done great things' and I only know a little of what that means. But I say it every time I pray.
So here's to God, the all-Father and King, The Lord of Lights, the Holy One. I raise a toast of wine, sweetest gift, poured out and offered up for love of the love of brethren and the love of my life, the Husband, the head, the one who first poured out that I might see and know.
Love the love of the Brethren. This is my body broken for thee; Today we dine in Peace. Today we walk forth in greater Glory.
In praise once the men were dancing and moving. It was fun and light and the father was spouting off life the way he does. Then he concentrated on my Brother Zack and I, reminding us not to despise our youth, but rather to make the choice and get into our order. My belly began burning and my head got really light and as I was face to face with my Father a fever-pitch of anticipation welled within me as God himself said 'Hans. This is the way. You are the Bride. Will you Marry Me?' with these words the energy moving in me broke forth in a cry that thanked everything my creator ever envisioned for the wonder that he has made manifest in me: YEESSS! and I broke out dancing all over the room. I can still hear the sound and glory that colored my very soul.
Praise Be To God, for his are good works. I repeat myself when I pray 'Lord you've done great things' and I only know a little of what that means. But I say it every time I pray.
So here's to God, the all-Father and King, The Lord of Lights, the Holy One. I raise a toast of wine, sweetest gift, poured out and offered up for love of the love of brethren and the love of my life, the Husband, the head, the one who first poured out that I might see and know.
Love the love of the Brethren. This is my body broken for thee; Today we dine in Peace. Today we walk forth in greater Glory.
6.21.2010
Mid-Race
I've hardly been floundering enough to manifest a blog, yet I've been stirred enough to know that pouring out and streams-of-consciousness are quite enough to get a fire going.
This reminds me much of my Livejournal from High school: a private, personal place to go public with everything. The past two days I've written ridiculous-length letters to friends. Nothing they've asked for mind, but I just whisper a bit and then travel and espouse and fall in the mud and keep talking. And I've been hopping every ten minutes to see if they write anything back, to see if it stirs an ember. Always looking elsewhere for a little strike/ignite action. (noted dissonance with peace/my walk/the word of God). But here I declare God's glory and goodness, surety to fulfill his promises wholly. and here...
I'm still here. It's cool to say on this side of the veil, for it's no longer with a hint of impending removal. The Lord's just kept me by His side and Here I Am. HI(y)A! Found in him. I find me here. I adore those phrases that reveal the Aha! of his revelation: 'I find' is the chief among them. I'm also very much into the way he crystalizes his reality to us, visions and impressions that he yanks from the unused portions of our brain that make us revel in the things which were there but ever-unknowable.
I do labor to enter his rest. He does it; he supplies the strength, desire, the oil for ease, the faith. It's like he said 'Make a house' and rather than flipping out because we don't know how to make a house we listen to the rest of the statement that goes 'here's the plans, the consultants, the workman, the weather, the time, materials, dedication, and energy' and we're left with nothing but our Huh? face on and the one unanswered question: so what do I have to do? Like, actually? mmBasically we're left with Campfire ease and a Sunset promise.
I galapagogo this walk with God. It's a new sort of dance.
To a short outsider it looks like spasms, and it seems like the funky chicken if you're tall.
To the cross-eyed it's clear I fly, and to the lost traveler it looks like I'm going somewhere.
To the one who shuts his eyes he hears my music;
to the one who tries to see into what I'm doing he glimpses sparks and rain and wind and fire;
the one who joins me dances into eternity.
A song on my lips,
a rhythm in my hips,
into the anointing of God I slip and am lost forever,
found by no mere man,
sought only in spirit,
discovered by the son of man this child-like grace floods about me
and I swim with no need for air.
How this way looks foolish is incredible when it makes so much sense.
Just walk under - in the shade and the son,
just walk under never fearing 'cuz you belong,
just walk and keep on walking 'cuz this joyous work is never done.
Allelu the son of God,
Allelu the being,
Allelu the faithful one who walks in faith unseeing.
This reminds me much of my Livejournal from High school: a private, personal place to go public with everything. The past two days I've written ridiculous-length letters to friends. Nothing they've asked for mind, but I just whisper a bit and then travel and espouse and fall in the mud and keep talking. And I've been hopping every ten minutes to see if they write anything back, to see if it stirs an ember. Always looking elsewhere for a little strike/ignite action. (noted dissonance with peace/my walk/the word of God). But here I declare God's glory and goodness, surety to fulfill his promises wholly. and here...
I'm still here. It's cool to say on this side of the veil, for it's no longer with a hint of impending removal. The Lord's just kept me by His side and Here I Am. HI(y)A! Found in him. I find me here. I adore those phrases that reveal the Aha! of his revelation: 'I find' is the chief among them. I'm also very much into the way he crystalizes his reality to us, visions and impressions that he yanks from the unused portions of our brain that make us revel in the things which were there but ever-unknowable.
I do labor to enter his rest. He does it; he supplies the strength, desire, the oil for ease, the faith. It's like he said 'Make a house' and rather than flipping out because we don't know how to make a house we listen to the rest of the statement that goes 'here's the plans, the consultants, the workman, the weather, the time, materials, dedication, and energy' and we're left with nothing but our Huh? face on and the one unanswered question: so what do I have to do? Like, actually? mmBasically we're left with Campfire ease and a Sunset promise.
I galapagogo this walk with God. It's a new sort of dance.
To a short outsider it looks like spasms, and it seems like the funky chicken if you're tall.
To the cross-eyed it's clear I fly, and to the lost traveler it looks like I'm going somewhere.
To the one who shuts his eyes he hears my music;
to the one who tries to see into what I'm doing he glimpses sparks and rain and wind and fire;
the one who joins me dances into eternity.
A song on my lips,
a rhythm in my hips,
into the anointing of God I slip and am lost forever,
found by no mere man,
sought only in spirit,
discovered by the son of man this child-like grace floods about me
and I swim with no need for air.
How this way looks foolish is incredible when it makes so much sense.
Just walk under - in the shade and the son,
just walk under never fearing 'cuz you belong,
just walk and keep on walking 'cuz this joyous work is never done.
Allelu the son of God,
Allelu the being,
Allelu the faithful one who walks in faith unseeing.
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