The first 1,000

Write, everyday
he says

no hesitation
just publication

consistency
for yourself, make a way

one post- it can be poor
it can be ignored


just push it
let go, share, click send

with or without
proper punctuation 

write, every day
right away, write now.

[HT SethGodin]

True prayer

[Jesus’] prayer begins where all true prayer must commence, with the spirit of adoption, "Our Father." 

-Charles Spurgeon 

Intuition builds

intuition builds
a sense of proportion and flow
instinct over cognition
wading under weighted words, slow
release of common grace
beauty or place
of knowing,
deeply sowing
seeds for growing
a love worth showing.

On Friendship: Choosing

A different kind of friend
one chosen

not for a natural chemistry of personality
or preference

not bonded through shared experience
and hardship

one sought out,
all other sympathies aside.

Still the imprint; indelible
the communion of memory,

vulnerability changing us,
Spirit remaking us

our kinship shaping us
this sharing, forming each of us

us forming us;
friendship is

us,
together

how precious, this connection;
marking a season.

 

The discomfort of the wind

feel unable to manifest
with words the rusty loneliness 
that is still more comfortable
than the new countenance

my yes
now strapped in like a roller coaster ride at the top of the hill 
regretting my pride  

this is not an exit point
this is a pinnacle
this is a testing
this is minimal

the car will move forward
this stance will end, until then
rest in the discomfort
of the wind 

Mined Light

mind maze
mined matter

darkened eyes lies disguised
patterns and shapes and kythes 

path of thought
forgotten width-depth-height; hindered sight
until crashing down, the weight 
of stone

crushing loneliness
evicting unworthiness
eradicating confusion

this costly cornerstone 
for the foundation, firmly placed
he who believes in It 
will not be disturbed

no haste or shaking
only panting for his saving
for relief from the burden
a satisfying of the yearnin'

come to me all who are weary
and heavy laden, 
and I will give you
rest

darkened night
sorrow-filled until
dawn's first light
thoughts put right

October 2018

balk
until i get the answer right
and written

crash and count off
narrowed vision and stubborn slumber
we are our own limiters
and i can't collect all the shattered pieces 

scattered leftovers, not a legacy
crumpled shafts of light
the voice raised 
to closed ears
still must speak 

puncture the pressure
the despair turning corners
as un-pragmatic as this, 
love.