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Friday, 21 December 2012
Unstructured Thoughts: The Love Moment
Never written a tale of love...where forever and the present intercourse together in eternity.
I feel it's something I've got to feel for forever before I write about it? But the problem is I feel that only in moments. That love feeling of eternity and powerful endlessness in that warm, very warm mushy feeling that makes your chest feel like a calm blue sea; powerful, capable of anything and wonderful...the best of God's creations. Love. I feel it in moments.
So I'm hesitant to write about it because they say it's forever. But I feel it in moments but it's still awesome! I breathe very deep in its scented whiff. Even more so 'cos I know its going to end, in the next second. I hold tighter, kiss harder, talk deeper, stare harder and imprint the Moment in Forever.
In Moments.
When it's about to happen, it doesn't warn you. It's not exactly slow nor sudden. It eases into The Love Moment. But you've got to recognize it. You would be too busy blinded by the lust or blinded by the popular explanation of how love happens. Or caught by the intoxicating feeling of the honeymoon phase of meeting a person for the first time. You don't have to look too hard. Just ease onto it, soak in whatever is around you, be grateful for what is happening at the moment. Because it passes.
When it ends, I used to reel from the suddenness; wonder about the speed of change that can happen in a person. It was too hard, too sudden to understand. So I got bitter, lashed out, generalized. But I came to understand. We are Humans. There really wasn't any 'unique' 'special' 'different' 'knight in shining armour' human.Might as well look for air in physical form. I came to understand the Moment power of love, and accept it. I wish fervently for it when its over, of course. Noone wants a good thing to end. But I place more importance on being able to catch The Love Moment than wishing it lasted forever.
And the great thing about the Love Moment is that it can happen with anyone. And I believe it's ultimately because of God who resides in each and every one of us, God being Love and Love being God. So you can catch that moment with anyone, connect with anyone for that moment on that lofty plane which is heaven. Our very own heaven on earth for the briefest, sweetest of seconds, minutes, hours, days, a week or whenever it decides to end.
You've just got recognize it when it comes. And accept its end.
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
The Jesus Fallacy
Jesus I
stand opposite You
By You,
near You, a hope to be You
Staring
into your eyes which for some reason are still blue
Looking
up to your haloed head which for some reason is still crowned by silky blonde
hair
Jesus I
stand opposite You
But my
eyes are blind to You
All I
see are the distortions of You
Jesus I
stand opposite You, staring at your white hands outstretched to me
That’s
how they painted them, always outstretched
I stare
hard at those white fingers promising me Salvation
Extrication
redemption liberation emancipation for all that I am and could be
Jesus I
stand opposite You But I’m afraid of it
I’m
afraid of You
And all
that You promise I could do
For you
see, Sweet Jesus, my mind is a maze of impossibilities
I don’t
understand myself enough to trust myself
A piss
painting, a collection of mud footprints all over my canvas
Sweet
Jesus, this I understand
But you
see, You I cannot understand
Jesus I
stand opposite You
But I
don’t understand You
Jesus Sweet
Jesus your image scares me
You say
You Love me and you’re my light
That
warm refuge I can come to when all around me is coloured
With
despair, repair my errs when all I dare lays me bare
And destitute,
and scarred, a flailing body in a dead field
I turn to You and You look…cold
No. Fiery
hot. Whispering to me in a strange tongue
Your
lips hiss threats of hell, an eternity of flames burning my hairs, my skin…
Leaving
me to the mercies of an evil beast…as punishment…for my sins
A
sentence of eternal damnation as punishment
For the
child You loved so much You bled for, was whipped for
Spat upon
for, took nails in Your palms for, flesh torn apart for
Then
died for…
Jesus,
Sweet Jesus, I stand opposite You
But I
don’t understand You
I don’t
understand Your Love
Maybe
I…maybe I got You all wrong
Maybe
They painted You wrong
Maybe I
was told the wrong tales growing up
Given
the wrong interpretations, mixed with fabrications
To suit
the intentions of people so selfish they would warp a child’s mind
Till
that child becomes an adult whose thoughts aren’t really her thoughts ‘cos
those thoughts are the thoughts of someone else who wants those thoughts to
control her
Break
her
Confuse
her
Then
kill her
Jesus
Sweet Jesus, I stand opposite You
By You,
near You, a hope to be You
But I
don’t see You.
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