DNA Rising
Twisted mass of chorded strands, rooted
Identity, calling; spoken
Fused life force
longing to be free
whispered rumblings of captivity’s freedom.
Entwined to another; forgotten
Purified blood flows deeply
Light and voice; a spiritual resin
Designed to resurrect amnesia.
Saturday, 18 July 2015
Tuesday, 16 June 2015
The Kind Judgement
Tell a story, tell your story. But what is that?
In Imago Dei is my story and I’m just beginning to hear
My ears are only leaning into the unspoken, unseen
Mine is not mine by ours and His
And yet, the surrender is the beginning
The beginning is my ending
Tears of renewal of wasted time; wasted land
One-dimensional wasteland
Ruled by natural law and Aristotle
But the circle is unbroken and the light is dawning
The circle is realized and the arising has begun.
There never was a darkness, only a veil.
There never was striving; only rest
Time redeemed is the cry
Request granted.
Leaves of grass eternal
Eden evermore.
Tell a story, tell your story. But what is that?
In Imago Dei is my story and I’m just beginning to hear
My ears are only leaning into the unspoken, unseen
Mine is not mine by ours and His
And yet, the surrender is the beginning
The beginning is my ending
Tears of renewal of wasted time; wasted land
One-dimensional wasteland
Ruled by natural law and Aristotle
But the circle is unbroken and the light is dawning
The circle is realized and the arising has begun.
There never was a darkness, only a veil.
There never was striving; only rest
Time redeemed is the cry
Request granted.
Leaves of grass eternal
Eden evermore.
Saturday, 26 April 2014
Creating vs Consuming=Cookies
You wanna know what makes me mad about myself? I am a collector. Not of anything cool, like tea cups, hippos or key chains. Nope, I collect ideas. I have loads of ideas, information, incentive and little nuggets of groundbreaking goodness. I’m fascinated by ideas and words.
I get distracted. Then I’ll read about better ideas and different view points. And I’ll start again. But then I get distracted. I consume information. I consume advice. I consume cookies. And that’s no good either. I am a consumer and not a creator.
I could be a creator. But it’s more comfortable in the consumer category, because then I can be a criticizer. If I become the creator, then I become the object of criticism. So I eat cookies. That action seems to stay consistent.
I get distracted. Then I’ll read about better ideas and different view points. And I’ll start again. But then I get distracted. I consume information. I consume advice. I consume cookies. And that’s no good either. I am a consumer and not a creator.
I could be a creator. But it’s more comfortable in the consumer category, because then I can be a criticizer. If I become the creator, then I become the object of criticism. So I eat cookies. That action seems to stay consistent.
Sunday, 13 April 2014
“That is because you are older, little one,” answered he.
“Not because you are?”
“I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger.”
Prince Caspian
Replacing Majesty with Mediocrity
I finally get it. I've been playing pretend. "What would Jesus do?" "Be like Jesus" "Deny Yourself" "Be little Christs." All good ideas. All pretend.
To be like someone or something is to deny a legitimate, authentic part of you in order to take on attributes of someone else. Part of me must hide in order for this other quality to emerge. We don't need to deny ourselves. We need to recognise ourselves.
We are not merely a reflection; a shadow of what is or what could have been. We carry the I AM. Each of us, a colourful display in the kaleidoscope of Eternity. To imitate, reflect or decrease is to deny the DNA of the Holy and to replace it with something in our understanding, in our image. Each of us carry something of our Creator.
To be like someone or something is to deny a legitimate, authentic part of you in order to take on attributes of someone else. Part of me must hide in order for this other quality to emerge. We don't need to deny ourselves. We need to recognise ourselves.
We are not merely a reflection; a shadow of what is or what could have been. We carry the I AM. Each of us, a colourful display in the kaleidoscope of Eternity. To imitate, reflect or decrease is to deny the DNA of the Holy and to replace it with something in our understanding, in our image. Each of us carry something of our Creator.
Friday, 3 January 2014
Overcoming this Cycle
“What children learn from fear based parenting is that if they don’t surrender control, the most powerful adult in their life will get mad, threaten, withhold love, or hurt them in some way. They learn that in any relationship only ONE person at a time gets to be powerful. And in the end they learn to believe the LIE that drives and protects the cycle of fear, control, punishment, and disconnection in relationships--the lie that we can and should control people.” -Danny Silk
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