A man who speaks at length and comes to truth and revelation in his musings is one who is submitted to the spirit moving him. Which is awesome and can be shared in company/fellowship. When there are people around also looking for the light, the light shines and begins to refract and grow, hitting more surfaces, effortlessly overpowering darkness.
One man speaking his ideas to a crowd sits differently. For shadows to be revealed the form must move. Light shines - it even moves for us. However it won't come to me on my terms. When I shout 'reveal my hidden darkness! pursue me MORE' I am thinking like a socialist, demanding the light change its path and give me, meet me, come my way. A vision is not given, it is sought out. A lesson can be heard and go unlearned for the heart of the student. Questions flow out of the unsure heart, the one pursuing purification. Inquisitive students tend to success; Inquisitive seekers become disciples.
Disciples change the world. Rather, their inner world is changed, and with new forms, lit with new light and direction, the world they perceive is altered. So changed from within, they go about this life differently, changing the world into the light they know.
Discipleship and me.
How does one set about becoming a disciple. He chooses. A life that is not his own, but at the feet and on the coattails of one who has what is desired, the one who has purpose in his step and his eyes fixed elsewhere.What do I want? I want to know me, but not just what makes me tick. I want to know WHY ME without the whiny i need knowledge it implies. I don't even need justification; I received Jesus and was justified. I want to see a more perfect plan unfolding within me, and by my hands everyday. Nothing I do, but what I am part of. Nothing I start, but what I receive and run with. Where am I led? What does that walk look like? Kinda bizarre. It's different for every man, and the exact same for every man.
It leads down a narrow road, where big ideas are honed and deepened, where pressure builds and anything that is not pure will be boiled till it sacrifices its mixture. It's pain in some places, and elation in others. It's learning where to go when you've forgotten the rules. It's following in the worn trails found only by men of faith. It's seeking water with every bit of you because you're desperate for it, a desperation born from just the occasional taste. The Good Life. Peace, Rest, and Gentleness. Strength, Power, and Glory we casually wish for and hold everything against. We all want the same things: some just recognize it and move that way. The others don't care to give up anything this proving way requires. But what's worth fighting for? Satisfaction? A raise? Your child's education? Stuff? How about real joy? Understanding in the most confounding circumstances? An unfearing life? Seeing the face of God and knowing he's with you and never leaves?
Quit with the relativism! We are the same, you and I! We want resolution in our hearts! We want to belong. We want strength to do what we desire and not to do those things we don't want to do: we don't want to be subject to the whims of what seems to control us. Nobody likes feeling powerless so some people grab their life by the horns and force it into subjugation. This requires all your energy perpetually. But if you can receive life as it comes, knowing you can only control your response to situations, you'll find peace. Oh, God, open my small mind. Unleash the boldness and imagination within me to begin conceiving what you could possibly have in mind for me.
Today was fine, and when night came I fell. I chose the hard route - the one where the weight of the world and the purpose of my life is on my shoulders and I'm only failing. It made for a subdued evening. I watched The Green Lantern, in which Hal Jordan faces his fear of failure/commitment/rejection, and overcomes. The power of will is stronger than fear. The ring produces anything you can imagine**. But what's in me was never mine. I was gifted, I was chosen.
The ruin of Jerusalem. It's desolation. My desolation. Until, at the time, I discover someone's returned and is setting up a building again. How here? How Faithful! Look at your capacity and audacity to dream! This place? You don't think it's dead? Surely... Oh. Yes. Yes, I believe! We can do this; this city can be rebuilt, properly, and well ordered. [Yira, which means "to see," and shalem, which means "peace".] The City of Light.Without my knowing, a planted seed has begun its ascent. Not of my works, but at the appointed time.
10.30.2011
10.29.2011
Scrounging and Life
I 4 HIM
Inheritance
Increase
Imagine
Eden
Erudite / Inefficacy. Look 'em up.
Tell me about something you did, the honor, the plague of it. I'm just looking for you. I'm digging for your heart, but I don't want to keep it; I just want to listen to it and look at it with my hands. Do you mind? You can see mine. It's more out-there all the time. I don't believe that makes it any less precious. Check out what makes me go, see if you like it. Ask me about it because in everyone's heart is a colour you haven't yet experienced. Together we make a whole - when we're united I am no longer my Self but inhabiting all I've been given - I become connected to every drop in the rainbow.
I am of no little faith, but a little faith is what I have.
to each his own
life's grandstand,
a wrist
a twist
an unarmed man
becoming the reason for
all i am.
I listen to Matisyahu and wish I were orthodox something. anything with a history and way. but I AM. he sings of biblical stuff, coming back to faith, and that's what I do. So we're the same. Except he raps like a Jamaican Rastaman and I write highbrow stuff. here it flows. So we rockout. Liberated. Different colours but the same, formed of dust and thought and vision, to Know what we are and where we're from and where we're going. How did I get here? I'm such a light and firsthought that I cannot comprehend the immense necessity for simply being. All the energy that goes into moving my very body, let alone my thoughts actions and fortune, is enough energy to throwdown mountains, build bridges, touch the sky, and dance forever. And all this because I'm a cable connected to the Source. Sourcecode Understood.
It doesn't matter what i do. I am still connected to this umbilical through which flows nutrient imagery to propel me forward into opportunity bigger than life. For my life.
It seems there's no direction in my father, only understanding and intent. Up and down feel a little different but both lead to him. East and West are both His, as North and South have entirely different purposes; all for Him. I fall up mountains. I run to the stars. I build empires and nations crumble beneath me - all this in a day and night.
I am an epicure, a hedonist, one moment, and a Son of God, filled with Heaven, the next. The two are tied together and a luminous understanding apart. The two, together in this one body; heart and mind connected and disparate. One's cruel and conniving, the other's powerful and ignorant. One's a pet and one's a master, like a tiger and a farmer.Which makes sense.
so·ci·e·ty [suh-sahy-i-tee] noun
The idea behind a society is a gathering for a reason. We have a family, and that cannot be changed. We have people we dwell with, whom we choose. Why them? Do they help us achieve or 'purposes'? or are they convenient? Do they make life easy? Do they encourage or challenge us? Which of us know our purpose and so how do we choose our society?
Whom shall I fear? To whom do I give power? As a king, I submit to the one I believe can save me. So my society, my allies, my brethren and people will be the ones who also believe in that power. I can trade with others, but eventually trust and control become forced or misplaced, and so we split ways. War is not inevitable: it is a showing of faith - where do boundaries begin and end?
This is between-kingdom talk. What of within the kingdom? This kingdom is torn asunder by opposing ideals, those who wage wars and those who understand why peace is rest and inviolable.
Hats off to you, Papa Bear,
Encouraging Youth and promise,
Pourer-out of Wisdom,
easing pressure and delivering
strength to accomplish an end.
---
A sign in the dark nights,
from the ramparts we watch the torch
ascend and descend on its way
into the city of colour.
With bated breath we've feared the
incoming messenger -
good tidings or bad? -
but the evening's clear,
the stars are unchanged,
and the promise of word,
any word,
is still promise.
Angels. Messengers. What do you look like? With words of purity, or words of mixture - are you fallen or are you uplifted? Are you sent or have you run? Who delivers these words of God?
I am a man and I have spoken words of Love - the Truth.
I am a woman and I have killed the messenger.
I am the Righteous and I have received Life unto deliverance.
I am in Heaven and I know milk and honey, bounty and freedom.
I have lived and I have died.
I walked the night and found in stride
that lights cast shadows
and shadows fade
for the returning sun presents the day.
Inheritance
Increase
Imagine
Eden
Erudite / Inefficacy. Look 'em up.
Tell me about something you did, the honor, the plague of it. I'm just looking for you. I'm digging for your heart, but I don't want to keep it; I just want to listen to it and look at it with my hands. Do you mind? You can see mine. It's more out-there all the time. I don't believe that makes it any less precious. Check out what makes me go, see if you like it. Ask me about it because in everyone's heart is a colour you haven't yet experienced. Together we make a whole - when we're united I am no longer my Self but inhabiting all I've been given - I become connected to every drop in the rainbow.
I am of no little faith, but a little faith is what I have.
to each his own
life's grandstand,
a wrist
a twist
an unarmed man
becoming the reason for
all i am.
I listen to Matisyahu and wish I were orthodox something. anything with a history and way. but I AM. he sings of biblical stuff, coming back to faith, and that's what I do. So we're the same. Except he raps like a Jamaican Rastaman and I write highbrow stuff. here it flows. So we rockout. Liberated. Different colours but the same, formed of dust and thought and vision, to Know what we are and where we're from and where we're going. How did I get here? I'm such a light and firsthought that I cannot comprehend the immense necessity for simply being. All the energy that goes into moving my very body, let alone my thoughts actions and fortune, is enough energy to throwdown mountains, build bridges, touch the sky, and dance forever. And all this because I'm a cable connected to the Source. Sourcecode Understood.
It doesn't matter what i do. I am still connected to this umbilical through which flows nutrient imagery to propel me forward into opportunity bigger than life. For my life.
It seems there's no direction in my father, only understanding and intent. Up and down feel a little different but both lead to him. East and West are both His, as North and South have entirely different purposes; all for Him. I fall up mountains. I run to the stars. I build empires and nations crumble beneath me - all this in a day and night.
I am an epicure, a hedonist, one moment, and a Son of God, filled with Heaven, the next. The two are tied together and a luminous understanding apart. The two, together in this one body; heart and mind connected and disparate. One's cruel and conniving, the other's powerful and ignorant. One's a pet and one's a master, like a tiger and a farmer.Which makes sense.
So I enter the
Society of God
1. an organized group of persons associated together for religious, benevolent, cultural, scientific, political, patriotic, or other purposes.
2. a body of individuals living as members of a community; community.
3.a highly structured system of human organization for large-scale community living that normally furnishes protection, continuity, security, and a national identity for its members: American society.
--Latin equivalent to partner or comrade + plural
The idea behind a society is a gathering for a reason. We have a family, and that cannot be changed. We have people we dwell with, whom we choose. Why them? Do they help us achieve or 'purposes'? or are they convenient? Do they make life easy? Do they encourage or challenge us? Which of us know our purpose and so how do we choose our society?
Whom shall I fear? To whom do I give power? As a king, I submit to the one I believe can save me. So my society, my allies, my brethren and people will be the ones who also believe in that power. I can trade with others, but eventually trust and control become forced or misplaced, and so we split ways. War is not inevitable: it is a showing of faith - where do boundaries begin and end?
This is between-kingdom talk. What of within the kingdom? This kingdom is torn asunder by opposing ideals, those who wage wars and those who understand why peace is rest and inviolable.
Hats off to you, Papa Bear,
Encouraging Youth and promise,
Pourer-out of Wisdom,
easing pressure and delivering
strength to accomplish an end.
---
A sign in the dark nights,
from the ramparts we watch the torch
ascend and descend on its way
into the city of colour.
With bated breath we've feared the
incoming messenger -
good tidings or bad? -
but the evening's clear,
the stars are unchanged,
and the promise of word,
any word,
is still promise.
Angels. Messengers. What do you look like? With words of purity, or words of mixture - are you fallen or are you uplifted? Are you sent or have you run? Who delivers these words of God?
I am a man and I have spoken words of Love - the Truth.
I am a woman and I have killed the messenger.
I am the Righteous and I have received Life unto deliverance.
I am in Heaven and I know milk and honey, bounty and freedom.
I have lived and I have died.
I walked the night and found in stride
that lights cast shadows
and shadows fade
for the returning sun presents the day.
10.22.2011
The Old Testament is called the Book of Love
Love leaves nothing and Faith preserves all.
My time here is short,
but this other place
rocks of strength
deals in righteousness
shines deliberate light.
Move forward into the design's
clean lines: the order of first things,
where we are redeemed and our debts are undone,
where relationships are fully established,
where power is the fear of God.
Become the spirit man
here and with Him
(we were spirit first)
and so spirit we are.
My breath is automatic/astonishing
the very inflection of my God totally.
___
I felt this so deeply, yet I'm convinced it's more than just feeling. One of those right things, correct. Maybe true. You're precious to me, so much and full of something elsewhere coming though me. I but partake of it. It's so important to hear so we can know these are ties that bind. But I guess others won't feel it the way I do, or they'll shrug it off the way I have, so it goes unsaid and I move forward "settled" in knowing a thing, but growing none for not moving with its purpose - and they cant've heard if it wasn't even put out there.
This is my love - that I'll tell you what is in my heart and that which moves upon me. For MY freedom, liberty, and growth. Correction, instruction, and reproof to both parties so that gain, growth and increase may sprout and shoot to life in shared and flowing momentum. A thing like this cannot be stopped. Neither flood nor fire, drought, plague, or low season would, even could stop this. It's not possible that these things are unprofitable- how can they come against us? is not every day a day for the soil? To rest, rejuvenate, to be worked, whetted, turned, tempered, sapped? and is it not all purposed?
___
I have wanted to be the Origin. I have identified with the one who would take my father's place. This is not me. I hear under and receive because I have given honor, given place. I don't need to be received anymore, because my reward's not here.
I get revelation and a high and expect the world to be changed. I seem disappointed when it's not. But it is changed because I am of a new heritage, nationality, orientation, frame of reference. The world's new because I'm anew and the Father's work is wrought in me.
Esau = carnal minded
Jacob = the soul in transition from carnal-mindedness to spirit-ruled
Israel = "will rule as God"
Esau I have hated - Jacob have I loved
Your bondage Your soul in transition
My time here is short,
but this other place
rocks of strength
deals in righteousness
shines deliberate light.
Move forward into the design's
clean lines: the order of first things,
where we are redeemed and our debts are undone,
where relationships are fully established,
where power is the fear of God.
Become the spirit man
here and with Him
(we were spirit first)
and so spirit we are.
My breath is automatic/astonishing
the very inflection of my God totally.
___
I felt this so deeply, yet I'm convinced it's more than just feeling. One of those right things, correct. Maybe true. You're precious to me, so much and full of something elsewhere coming though me. I but partake of it. It's so important to hear so we can know these are ties that bind. But I guess others won't feel it the way I do, or they'll shrug it off the way I have, so it goes unsaid and I move forward "settled" in knowing a thing, but growing none for not moving with its purpose - and they cant've heard if it wasn't even put out there.
This is my love - that I'll tell you what is in my heart and that which moves upon me. For MY freedom, liberty, and growth. Correction, instruction, and reproof to both parties so that gain, growth and increase may sprout and shoot to life in shared and flowing momentum. A thing like this cannot be stopped. Neither flood nor fire, drought, plague, or low season would, even could stop this. It's not possible that these things are unprofitable- how can they come against us? is not every day a day for the soil? To rest, rejuvenate, to be worked, whetted, turned, tempered, sapped? and is it not all purposed?
___
I have wanted to be the Origin. I have identified with the one who would take my father's place. This is not me. I hear under and receive because I have given honor, given place. I don't need to be received anymore, because my reward's not here.
I get revelation and a high and expect the world to be changed. I seem disappointed when it's not. But it is changed because I am of a new heritage, nationality, orientation, frame of reference. The world's new because I'm anew and the Father's work is wrought in me.
Esau = carnal minded
Jacob = the soul in transition from carnal-mindedness to spirit-ruled
Israel = "will rule as God"
Esau I have hated - Jacob have I loved
Your bondage Your soul in transition
Jacob becomes Israel.
Actively choosing His eyesight increases my ability to receive, trust, love, and remain sovereign. Thank God for the Power of Faith, that believing (even unseeing) I can move in the Way because it's consistent and pure.
You only sin when you won't repent - because every action is redeemable if one's heart is to increase.
Sin is merely unbelief, a turning from God and His word that all his promises are Yes and Amen.The lack of repentance belies a hard space in your heart where faith must grow. Until it becomes Faith, it will be guilt, self-pity, and weight, all which represent distance from God, all of which are supposed to make it clear you're not with Him. He's calling you Home, to Peace (Paradise) perpetually.
To become the new you, to embody this new perspective you must go through transition. The tough time of giving birth is where pressure is the greatest; where voices speak the loudest, and emotions run wild. But with Faith, you may stand strong. The Faith gives you the power to be obedient in word and deed, to maintain the way, and come through more capable than you have literally ever been. And having gone through a certain work, finding the life of it, the truth on the other side, you can assist others, being built up in faith where there was none.
We've thought correction was rejection. It is love. Those God loves he chastens, corrects, and rebukes (reproofs). They bring light to the darkness and we are ashamed of having been dark, so our head falls. However, there is no sin where there is faith, and who can be against us? So be Loved, because you are. Choose that perpetual passion and be worthy, because you are. The kingdom is yours.
The Road
Tread well, son
Your steps are all you have.
They pull you around over across or under.
Someone’s always gone before –
In those steps you can go safely.
Walk
Look well, son
Behold what’s before you
you’ll see it again.
Learn to recognize the signs and times
Because they’ll reveal to you the promises unveiled.
See
Listen hard, son
The words you hear are critical.
Receive and know that you are loved –
That’s the one to heed.
The light is a consistent frequency of sound.
Hear
There’s an undignified way to get through life –
It rests in the folds of covering wings –
A path, a destiny, a song to receive
An illustrious breath defined by faith:
Believe
10.15.2011
Hart, Aug 17, 2010
I am but here, a consolance for whatever occurs.
I am but here. Carry on without me, I am but here.
Smashing your walls, I endeavor in fear of the workings.
To cast about in wonder will unveil the myriad subtleties which lie hereunder,
the feigned withering, the undying devotion of dedicated slights and dessicated promises told for favor’s sake. The truth-made-real sings blaring warnings for those far and wide: know what’s coming; the Lord hath said. And it comes, a giant sweeping cloud, stomping the ground with meteor thunder-steps which rive the land, tear and blast, water ignite and scorch.
People run in fear not knowing, ill-informed for lack of attention.
The tribal trees blaze glorious leaves,
A greener arbor never seen.
The breeze flays the skin of every tree, but this one
Burns so brighter.
Higher than all, closer to heaven, follows on the heals of favor;
There’s nothing greater than that forever.
Today I rend the edited veil,
Today the brighter day, sincerely.
Let’s sit. Let’s sit and be.
Me first, I grow.
Going forth there’s nothing better than this.
How may I come along side you?
I’ll gather here.
Danse! Reveal the kinetic truth of glory - a motion; fluid or no, tied to nothing but you.
I am with you; need nothing of you; so you just do you – that’s my satisfaction.
I too, truly (awry) awhirl in all of me – becoming more found and finding I’m founded.
Diving for the first time
Shines a frost-swept cap of shame
Today I’m gilt
Today I’m frozen
On fire, heartbroken flame.
No more to entrench within, but found
I hear inside
The ghost has told me evermore
I’ve been set free
And now inspired
to more Dreamt dreams
A true lived life
a life the stars desire
In death
How can this be?
I feign ignorance and make my walk a struggle
When all I do is sway to music I’ve loved so long.
I recognize
it sang over me in water
It sings over me at night
It rains over me in living, life-giving daylight
all is for my remembrance.
Come back to me,
Come back home.
I dream of nectar, sweet as dew,
The taste of things unseen
But in spirit and in truth.
The gospel:
Hear / don’t hear
Receive and change/ don’t receive and remain the same.
Tree of life / Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil
When we think we know what is good and what is evil we are in enemy territory. So hear and return. If you stay out there you'll get hurt, but if you repent, return, turn again to the light and your protector you're covered. Only pride keeps you in that open plain to be shot. COME BACK HOME! Jesus shouts from the lush garden. But He can't (read: won't) make you do anything; that's His faith. He knows you'll either return to safety of your own volition or get shot and come crawling back. All He does is make Life available.
Does this serve you or are you subject?
My freedom is stolen so quickly when I believe I’ve done wrong, or, really, done anything at all. He provides the choice, I make one, he permits it (for I am sovereign), and then it plays out. I don’t actually do much – I simply serve him in liberty or play out the judgement I chose. This is how we oppose ourselves – when we choose the lesser voice we are puppets and do things not of our own volition but by the will of the one who hates us. This is how we end up asking such questions as ‘why did I do that?’ and ‘why did God let that happen?’
You get a message you don’t think could be;
Trinity wakes you up; you fall for her;
Six foundational stones; The works of the grace of Jesus Christ – we know and fellowship the growth that comes of them.
The foundation is built on the apostle and prophet: the walls and structures are built on the old. The former cannot be without the latter and vice versa. Grace to the stumbling.
We bear witness to the signs: hail, fire, purging that know I am inheriting.
I’ll shake the earth and the heavens: the law on the tablets is the shaking of earthly things. The heavenly is the voice of a man that afflicts you. “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the lord”: the presence of a man.
Hebrews 6.
Lay the foundation in Zion:
1. Repent from dead works
2. Faith toward god
3. Doctrine of baptisms
4. Laying on of hands
5. Resurrection from the dead
6. Eternal judgment
An anointing comes from order. It shakes all that can be shaken: this is sure.
I must lay foundational stones, carry them. Jesus pointed to the OT – law and prophets. I must study the current word in order to be in season. Faith, here. Love, life. The open-hearted reception of understanding and the way of order.
The Sovereign Nation: God will multiply and bless me and no man can steal this.
All that denies the tiniest movement within me is heretofore uncommitted, foregone and surrendered, small loves fragmented and undigestable - misunderstood. The thrillest thoughts meander disillusioned, until they are captured with a butterfly net and brought together as a whole, as a purpose, and clarity is added to my vision.
She lives.
She wakes and is brought about.
Lifting head from pillow, a rustle of sheets paired with flower-petal thoughts of dreams and light
She opens her eyes and joys in the son
I am but here. Carry on without me, I am but here.
Smashing your walls, I endeavor in fear of the workings.
To cast about in wonder will unveil the myriad subtleties which lie hereunder,
the feigned withering, the undying devotion of dedicated slights and dessicated promises told for favor’s sake. The truth-made-real sings blaring warnings for those far and wide: know what’s coming; the Lord hath said. And it comes, a giant sweeping cloud, stomping the ground with meteor thunder-steps which rive the land, tear and blast, water ignite and scorch.
People run in fear not knowing, ill-informed for lack of attention.
The tribal trees blaze glorious leaves,
A greener arbor never seen.
The breeze flays the skin of every tree, but this one
Burns so brighter.
Higher than all, closer to heaven, follows on the heals of favor;
There’s nothing greater than that forever.
Today I rend the edited veil,
Today the brighter day, sincerely.
Let’s sit. Let’s sit and be.
Me first, I grow.
Going forth there’s nothing better than this.
How may I come along side you?
I’ll gather here.
Danse! Reveal the kinetic truth of glory - a motion; fluid or no, tied to nothing but you.
I am with you; need nothing of you; so you just do you – that’s my satisfaction.
I too, truly (awry) awhirl in all of me – becoming more found and finding I’m founded.
Diving for the first time
Shines a frost-swept cap of shame
Today I’m gilt
Today I’m frozen
On fire, heartbroken flame.
No more to entrench within, but found
I hear inside
The ghost has told me evermore
I’ve been set free
And now inspired
to more Dreamt dreams
A true lived life
a life the stars desire
In death
How can this be?
I feign ignorance and make my walk a struggle
When all I do is sway to music I’ve loved so long.
I recognize
it sang over me in water
It sings over me at night
It rains over me in living, life-giving daylight
all is for my remembrance.
Come back to me,
Come back home.
I dream of nectar, sweet as dew,
The taste of things unseen
But in spirit and in truth.
The gospel:
Hear / don’t hear
Receive and change/ don’t receive and remain the same.
Tree of life / Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil
When we think we know what is good and what is evil we are in enemy territory. So hear and return. If you stay out there you'll get hurt, but if you repent, return, turn again to the light and your protector you're covered. Only pride keeps you in that open plain to be shot. COME BACK HOME! Jesus shouts from the lush garden. But He can't (read: won't) make you do anything; that's His faith. He knows you'll either return to safety of your own volition or get shot and come crawling back. All He does is make Life available.
Does this serve you or are you subject?
My freedom is stolen so quickly when I believe I’ve done wrong, or, really, done anything at all. He provides the choice, I make one, he permits it (for I am sovereign), and then it plays out. I don’t actually do much – I simply serve him in liberty or play out the judgement I chose. This is how we oppose ourselves – when we choose the lesser voice we are puppets and do things not of our own volition but by the will of the one who hates us. This is how we end up asking such questions as ‘why did I do that?’ and ‘why did God let that happen?’
You get a message you don’t think could be;
Trinity wakes you up; you fall for her;
Six foundational stones; The works of the grace of Jesus Christ – we know and fellowship the growth that comes of them.
The foundation is built on the apostle and prophet: the walls and structures are built on the old. The former cannot be without the latter and vice versa. Grace to the stumbling.
We bear witness to the signs: hail, fire, purging that know I am inheriting.
I’ll shake the earth and the heavens: the law on the tablets is the shaking of earthly things. The heavenly is the voice of a man that afflicts you. “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the lord”: the presence of a man.
Hebrews 6.
Lay the foundation in Zion:
1. Repent from dead works
2. Faith toward god
3. Doctrine of baptisms
4. Laying on of hands
5. Resurrection from the dead
6. Eternal judgment
An anointing comes from order. It shakes all that can be shaken: this is sure.
I must lay foundational stones, carry them. Jesus pointed to the OT – law and prophets. I must study the current word in order to be in season. Faith, here. Love, life. The open-hearted reception of understanding and the way of order.
The Sovereign Nation: God will multiply and bless me and no man can steal this.
All that denies the tiniest movement within me is heretofore uncommitted, foregone and surrendered, small loves fragmented and undigestable - misunderstood. The thrillest thoughts meander disillusioned, until they are captured with a butterfly net and brought together as a whole, as a purpose, and clarity is added to my vision.
She lives.
She wakes and is brought about.
Lifting head from pillow, a rustle of sheets paired with flower-petal thoughts of dreams and light
She opens her eyes and joys in the son
10.14.2011
Fire and Water
In the midst of a flame, all things become light.
Amazing, how the oppressive becomes a revolution.
The shadows are seen from the other side
And the grains are sifted into something productive.
Light, life, words are lifted. No more heaviness, dullness of tone and sound
Bright, flickering, timelessness
Explosions of truth in the midst of a drought
There is bread in the house of the Lord and
Freedom to
Release
Let it all out
Whatever comes
Wherever
It may make sense
That's not important
It might rhyme
(but usually doesn't)
Let it out!
The point is not the production, but what is produced
The point is not this gift (!!)
The point is not what I can create and give and see done
The point is what is done in the doing
In my heart
With my Father
My Husband
Who draws near
Nothing here is hidden to Him.
I have no desire to hide it.
He is not who I thought He was and I
Will Let go of
That
Idol.
To all who hear, hear me now:
No idol will stand in this temple.
These words have absolute power
They come from the origin of all life
And He will go through His enemies like a flame.
This is super super excellent.
"He is not who I thought he was..." <3. and "To all who hear, hear me now:/ No idol will stand in this temple."
I'm finding a new everything of who He is. Not just in name or image, but heart, word, work, and deed, where refinement sounds different than it did, and change is actually liberating. I can say the things in me and not be ashamed, then look at them and either keep or discard them. I couldn't open my mouth before; now the fire bursts up and out. Strangers bear witness to something inside me, and now it's not due to effort. I ride the wave.
"How do you think you could stop that?"
Amazing, how the oppressive becomes a revolution.
The shadows are seen from the other side
And the grains are sifted into something productive.
Light, life, words are lifted. No more heaviness, dullness of tone and sound
Bright, flickering, timelessness
Explosions of truth in the midst of a drought
There is bread in the house of the Lord and
Freedom to
Release
Let it all out
Whatever comes
Wherever
It may make sense
That's not important
It might rhyme
(but usually doesn't)
Let it out!
The point is not the production, but what is produced
The point is not this gift (!!)
The point is not what I can create and give and see done
The point is what is done in the doing
In my heart
With my Father
My Husband
Who draws near
Nothing here is hidden to Him.
I have no desire to hide it.
He is not who I thought He was and I
That
Idol.
To all who hear, hear me now:
No idol will stand in this temple.
These words have absolute power
They come from the origin of all life
And He will go through His enemies like a flame.
This is super super excellent.
"He is not who I thought he was..." <3. and "To all who hear, hear me now:/ No idol will stand in this temple."
I'm finding a new everything of who He is. Not just in name or image, but heart, word, work, and deed, where refinement sounds different than it did, and change is actually liberating. I can say the things in me and not be ashamed, then look at them and either keep or discard them. I couldn't open my mouth before; now the fire bursts up and out. Strangers bear witness to something inside me, and now it's not due to effort. I ride the wave.
"How do you think you could stop that?"
10.12.2011
Genesis
In the beginning God created
The spirit of God moved
god said, god saw, god divided
god called, god said
god made, god called
god said, god called, god saw
god said, god saw
god said, god made
god set, god saw
god said, created, saw
god blessed
god said, god made, god saw
and God said let us make man in our image, after our likeness;
so God created man in his own image, in the image of god created he him;
male and female created he them.
god blessed and said
god said and saw
The spirit of God moved
god said, god saw, god divided
god called, god said
god made, god called
god said, god called, god saw
god said, god saw
god said, god made
god set, god saw
god said, created, saw
god blessed
god said, god made, god saw
and God said let us make man in our image, after our likeness;
so God created man in his own image, in the image of god created he him;
male and female created he them.
god blessed and said
god said and saw
And I Write
NaNoWriMoCan we do this?
But of course!
It's looming, this month of headlong divery. There's no real room for second thoughts or backing out. Let me grab this bull by the horns and shake it, build muscles, longevity and confidence.
There's a stupid-block somewhere that says I can't write anything important. It's the kind of thing which stretches real big and mews 'who would care what you want to say?' as it rolls over on its side. So I blanch and don't do anything. I understand this is universal. Correct? Yes? That is to say, I know I'm not alone in this. Whether it's a how-to guide to cabinets, a terrifically in-depth sci-fi/fantasy megaventure, or a collection of poems about the stars I met and spoke with last night, there's a gift here that needs communicating. Who is to say what of it is worthy? Every word is a necessary step toward the next paragraph and page, culminating (and continuing on) in something simply splendid and more refined than I am now. And if that's all, well, that's enough.
I imagine I'll be writing me all the way through my journey: what else could I write? So, page by page I grow, expand, edit, problem-solve, and determine what's been happening so I can know what's going on and, maybe, get a glimpse of how things will end.
Lilstening to: Angels & Airwaves, Snow Patrol
10.09.2011
Flame afire
Blast.
Pressure fire,
the sheep find their bounds and come
a-running to the master when the fire breaks out.
Let me Hear you! I need your comfort!
You've built a receptor into me....Oh.
You've built me as a receptor,
a lightning rod to thrill when you see fit to strike,
when I'll receive.
Orange, yellow, Blue Black centered.
Dancing, Shifting, flame of favor,
dancing light of mine.
Singing, shouting, patient fervor,
waiting, pressed, explosive tested
This grass green is shadowed! What for?!
Mature! Faith is no small thing. It's certainly every one thing.
Wasted. this chute i may explore from side to side, but the past is behind me.
I'm not me the me I was. I'm me the he he's borne.
I felt the weight of everything. The weight of a cross on my shoulders.
Build me up, father. So I can stand. Just stand with you.
Intensify. I ask you. I've not been willing, just wanting.
Today a prayer for offering was given. I was holding my right leg (as in strength; a son is said to be the right leg of his father). I offered up my leg. The very real prayer from my heart was 'I offer this father, my strength for yours. No more burnt offerings from this son, but I willingly give you what I have held and prized." He met me.
the reign, Elohim, of you.
Power, mighty power, all fortitude to break through.
I was falling apart today, my shelter, la pared, crumbling.
to be replaced by something Huge. Magnificando.
My outer self unzipped, the old skin fell to my feet and I stepped from it.
Then my innards roiled and spewed. I yelled and cried and wailed for understanding.
I'm running on a new operating system that is fundamentally different.
How. ? This is why I'm here.
I'm at the keys to write my father on my heart. To find on the wall the destruction of the former and the instruction of the new.
I am bold. Daring, full of love, and caring. I'm undying, this truth revealed. Nothing feared, I am the healed.
i rank among kings, I'm gifted beyond all things.
Magnificence isn't mandatory, it's instilled. Distilled.
Honor isn't gained, it's received and held.
The strength of this is still here.
I drove, sure of his presence, unseeing.
I don't seek you father! I acknowledge you here. You're not removed, a presence.
NOW
Behold Glory made manifest.
I was so close, bridging between my shore and yours. Then I looked down and sank into the water.
This is Chapter 1 of my walk. Deign become you. Take you on. Take on me, take me on.
Providence.
I can't figure my way around the sound of the earth. I declared I'm no judge, but you are. I declare your judgement, that I can judge no man. Challenge, fortitude, strength to take a step into what you will for me. This moment presents your plan before me. I Submit my will to you. I hear. And I'm no longer silenced. I'm not stopped up; I'm unstoppable. I am Quite Able. Quite Capable. Entirely Confident in You because you're greater bigger faster stronger than the enemy. You're smarter, cooler, dreamier, more enchanting than the earth you've created. I love you with my arms, my feet, my heart, my ears, and my soul, the entire vessel of me submits wholly to you. Neither sleep, or work, nor death, life, nor fish, foul, or bear, nor disappointment, disenchantment, or earthly glories can separate me from the heart of you. Your heart is the center of my being. Of my mind. of my eyes. of my heart. Anywhere i go I go in you, footsteps toward you. Purpose, love enduring.
My Asemic You
New depths now, Papa. In awe. I stand. Shock and awe. You tenderly ignite the fluid of me, my fluid self. I'm a lantern, now. A Fire-man, a man on fire, a sacrifice for the beloved. I AM NOT MY OWN BUT I AM HIS WHO MADE ME. Take me home, love. Or keep me here for a time. I want to be one with you, for this world's got Nothin on you. I love you here, and am loved, because i don't save any of me for anything else.
Pressure fire,
the sheep find their bounds and come
a-running to the master when the fire breaks out.
Let me Hear you! I need your comfort!
You've built a receptor into me....Oh.
You've built me as a receptor,
a lightning rod to thrill when you see fit to strike,
when I'll receive.
Orange, yellow, Blue Black centered.
Dancing, Shifting, flame of favor,
dancing light of mine.
Singing, shouting, patient fervor,
waiting, pressed, explosive tested
This grass green is shadowed! What for?!
Mature! Faith is no small thing. It's certainly every one thing.
Wasted. this chute i may explore from side to side, but the past is behind me.
I'm not me the me I was. I'm me the he he's borne.
I felt the weight of everything. The weight of a cross on my shoulders.
Build me up, father. So I can stand. Just stand with you.
Intensify. I ask you. I've not been willing, just wanting.
Today a prayer for offering was given. I was holding my right leg (as in strength; a son is said to be the right leg of his father). I offered up my leg. The very real prayer from my heart was 'I offer this father, my strength for yours. No more burnt offerings from this son, but I willingly give you what I have held and prized." He met me.
the reign, Elohim, of you.
Power, mighty power, all fortitude to break through.
I was falling apart today, my shelter, la pared, crumbling.
to be replaced by something Huge. Magnificando.
My outer self unzipped, the old skin fell to my feet and I stepped from it.
Then my innards roiled and spewed. I yelled and cried and wailed for understanding.
I'm running on a new operating system that is fundamentally different.
How. ? This is why I'm here.
I'm at the keys to write my father on my heart. To find on the wall the destruction of the former and the instruction of the new.
I am bold. Daring, full of love, and caring. I'm undying, this truth revealed. Nothing feared, I am the healed.
i rank among kings, I'm gifted beyond all things.
Magnificence isn't mandatory, it's instilled. Distilled.
Honor isn't gained, it's received and held.
The strength of this is still here.
I drove, sure of his presence, unseeing.
I don't seek you father! I acknowledge you here. You're not removed, a presence.
NOW
Behold Glory made manifest.
I was so close, bridging between my shore and yours. Then I looked down and sank into the water.
This is Chapter 1 of my walk. Deign become you. Take you on. Take on me, take me on.
Providence.
I can't figure my way around the sound of the earth. I declared I'm no judge, but you are. I declare your judgement, that I can judge no man. Challenge, fortitude, strength to take a step into what you will for me. This moment presents your plan before me. I Submit my will to you. I hear. And I'm no longer silenced. I'm not stopped up; I'm unstoppable. I am Quite Able. Quite Capable. Entirely Confident in You because you're greater bigger faster stronger than the enemy. You're smarter, cooler, dreamier, more enchanting than the earth you've created. I love you with my arms, my feet, my heart, my ears, and my soul, the entire vessel of me submits wholly to you. Neither sleep, or work, nor death, life, nor fish, foul, or bear, nor disappointment, disenchantment, or earthly glories can separate me from the heart of you. Your heart is the center of my being. Of my mind. of my eyes. of my heart. Anywhere i go I go in you, footsteps toward you. Purpose, love enduring.
My Asemic You
New depths now, Papa. In awe. I stand. Shock and awe. You tenderly ignite the fluid of me, my fluid self. I'm a lantern, now. A Fire-man, a man on fire, a sacrifice for the beloved. I AM NOT MY OWN BUT I AM HIS WHO MADE ME. Take me home, love. Or keep me here for a time. I want to be one with you, for this world's got Nothin on you. I love you here, and am loved, because i don't save any of me for anything else.
10.08.2011
Clean; Hold On
He told me I was clean,
which was nice,
but didn't quite ring true.
I said okay,
and we hung out and laughed
when I noticed his joy was real.
I saw real compassion in his eyes
when our buddy was having trouble,
and the words of comfort he spoke
were unbiased and beautiful.
I saw he didn't care what he
sounded like when he sang.
He would try and fail at the most foolish of things and our
raucous laughter wouldn't bother him a bit.
When he took on the serious things and succeeded
he wouldn't stand for adoration or praise.
I saw him go undiscouraged in the face of wraith, anger, and dissapointment.
I saw he was unmoved by people around him, but deeply moved by something within him.
I saw him return to this center again and again,
and envied steady balance.
I asked him what he had that I did not.
He replied
'like I said: you're clean.'
I saw my faith as a fledgling bird, recently hatched, still wet and featherless, and rather than being discouraged I was motivated. Grateful for the place I find myself, proud to have made it here (not by my own strength) and sure that I'm in the perfect place because I'm living out the course of things. I'm in the way; On the way. The road is narrow, sure, but growing as I am in perception, so too does this narrow road. It's an easy dwelling, an easy path. The obstacles we seem to forever fight are just thoughts and methods we've accepted, using them to form our safehouses. We're generally resistant to anything that makes us feel insecure.
But holding onto anything in a vanishing world, a place of dust and discord, is a vain project from the onset. So I store up my treasures in heaven. What does this mean? How do I earn, take hold of, inherit treasures in heaven? How do I do so on earth? I increase to inherit. By practice, understanding, and the implementation of the life I've heard of, my father sees fit to give me a greater domain. I prove faithful, and am proven faithful, so a deserving receptacle to all good things. So it is in the heavenlies. I implement and practice my patience, my love, my worship. By earthly dedication and sanctification of my time and resources to my father, I have less reserved for me on earth and am showing my father my practice of his works in what I've been given. So I maintain my things, I am aware of my comings and goings, I enrich and build up, I hear and receive, I offer, submit, and relay the words of God to those I'm directed.
I Am, as He Is.
I live, as He lives, and I increase.
The things I store up for myself are a practice in maintaining the heaven of this life.
I need to be more specific, find more specifics. Indulge me, Father. I seek you. Please pour out on me. Within my heart, in my ears and before my eyes is my spirit. The energetic, ever-motion of light and rumination. A powerful, concordant(?) battery in tune with my father. The spirit doesn't run low; when I am poor in spirit I get a charge, a tap, from one who Has The Power.
This battery powers my body, but more than that it powers the Life within me. I can still run on low power, but life is narrow, seca, sucked dry of anything good. It's withered and bare-bones. I'd rather have a tired body and be full of ruminations, be slow and still but on fire inside for the glory and profundity (?) of the works of God.
So glow. I can do this. I do this. It's my life, moving by the spirit. I can ask for anything I need, I can make the calls I need to make, I can say the things I need to say and be unafraid because What have I to lose? Nahthin.
which was nice,
but didn't quite ring true.
I said okay,
and we hung out and laughed
when I noticed his joy was real.
I saw real compassion in his eyes
when our buddy was having trouble,
and the words of comfort he spoke
were unbiased and beautiful.
I saw he didn't care what he
sounded like when he sang.
He would try and fail at the most foolish of things and our
raucous laughter wouldn't bother him a bit.
When he took on the serious things and succeeded
he wouldn't stand for adoration or praise.
I saw him go undiscouraged in the face of wraith, anger, and dissapointment.
I saw he was unmoved by people around him, but deeply moved by something within him.
I saw him return to this center again and again,
and envied steady balance.
I asked him what he had that I did not.
He replied
'like I said: you're clean.'
I saw my faith as a fledgling bird, recently hatched, still wet and featherless, and rather than being discouraged I was motivated. Grateful for the place I find myself, proud to have made it here (not by my own strength) and sure that I'm in the perfect place because I'm living out the course of things. I'm in the way; On the way. The road is narrow, sure, but growing as I am in perception, so too does this narrow road. It's an easy dwelling, an easy path. The obstacles we seem to forever fight are just thoughts and methods we've accepted, using them to form our safehouses. We're generally resistant to anything that makes us feel insecure.
But holding onto anything in a vanishing world, a place of dust and discord, is a vain project from the onset. So I store up my treasures in heaven. What does this mean? How do I earn, take hold of, inherit treasures in heaven? How do I do so on earth? I increase to inherit. By practice, understanding, and the implementation of the life I've heard of, my father sees fit to give me a greater domain. I prove faithful, and am proven faithful, so a deserving receptacle to all good things. So it is in the heavenlies. I implement and practice my patience, my love, my worship. By earthly dedication and sanctification of my time and resources to my father, I have less reserved for me on earth and am showing my father my practice of his works in what I've been given. So I maintain my things, I am aware of my comings and goings, I enrich and build up, I hear and receive, I offer, submit, and relay the words of God to those I'm directed.
I Am, as He Is.
I live, as He lives, and I increase.
The things I store up for myself are a practice in maintaining the heaven of this life.
I need to be more specific, find more specifics. Indulge me, Father. I seek you. Please pour out on me. Within my heart, in my ears and before my eyes is my spirit. The energetic, ever-motion of light and rumination. A powerful, concordant(?) battery in tune with my father. The spirit doesn't run low; when I am poor in spirit I get a charge, a tap, from one who Has The Power.
This battery powers my body, but more than that it powers the Life within me. I can still run on low power, but life is narrow, seca, sucked dry of anything good. It's withered and bare-bones. I'd rather have a tired body and be full of ruminations, be slow and still but on fire inside for the glory and profundity (?) of the works of God.
So glow. I can do this. I do this. It's my life, moving by the spirit. I can ask for anything I need, I can make the calls I need to make, I can say the things I need to say and be unafraid because What have I to lose? Nahthin.
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