I’m not asking for permission
tho I thank you for your good intentions in the giving
I surrender to
life
voice
purpose
passion
healing
love
music
breath
spirit
joy
peace
you do what you want
with, or without, permission,
I won’t mind
just remember:
I won’t go down without a fight
da da da dada
da da da dada
da da da dada da da da da…
just play your funky music
and keep on dancing
💞
AL
(with a little inspiration from my friends)
Listen to Serenity Fisher sing Rose Red
Again I resume the long
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.
With the ongoing havoc
the woods this morning is
almost unnaturally still.
Through stalled air, unshadowed
light, a few leaves fall
of their own weight.
The sky
is gray. It begins in mist
almost at the ground
and rises forever. The trees
rise in silence almost
natural, but not quite,
almost eternal, but
not quite.
What more did I
think I wanted? Here is
what has always been.
Here is what will always
be. Even in me,
the Maker of all this
returns in rest, even
to the slightest of His works,
a yellow leaf slowly
falling, and is pleased.
💜
Sabbaths 1999, VII by Wendell Berry
The sky in my rearview
is a huge bowl of rainbow sherbet
the beautiful kind
with raspberry, orange-n-lime
swatches of lemon, indigo and periwinkle
float like barges –
in, out
&
around.
Framing.
Dancing.
Living.
At one point tangerine fills the top of the hilly crest
and head light stars
blaze brilliant against the backdrop
indigo stretched above framing the masterpiece.
At times I find it hard to keep moving forward
into the matte gray of the sky just ahead.
so much loveliness is going on
right behind me
how can I keep heading away from it?
How can I not be a part of this splendor?
Eventually midnight blue seizes its moment of glory,
then night falls over all
and I am left
aching with the beauty,
the majesty,
the extravagant display,
of this wonderful world.
I go to wondering
if this longing for your kiss
will ever be answered?
if my whole life I will wait
for a moment which has already passed,
never to be again under this piece of sky.
always a whisper.
The magic of love,
a thing with wings
hovering over my heart
for years
echoing on into eternity.
💞
AL
‘I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.’
‘I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!’
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
this morning began at 4! I’ve been on my adventure for a couple hours now. This post is at my first Starbucks stop (chestnut praline latte, how I love thee) more posts and poetry as I go today… ❤️
To bring about peace in the world, to stop all wars, there must be a revolution in the individual, in you and me. Economic revolution without this inward revolution is meaningless, for hunger is the result of the maladjustment of economic conditions produced by our psychological states: greed, envy, ill-will, and possessiveness. To put an end to sorrow, to hunger, to war, there must be a psychological revolution, and few of us are willing to face that. We will discuss peace, plan legislation, create new leagues, the United Nations and so on and on; but we will not win peace because we will not give up our position, our authority, our money, our properties, our stupid lives. To rely on others is utterly futile: others cannot bring us peace. No leader is going to give us peace, no government, no army, no country. What will bring peace is inward transformation which will lead to outward action. Inward transformation is not isolation, is not a withdrawal from outward action. On the contrary, there can be right action only when there is right thinking, and there is no right thinking when there is no self-knowledge. Without knowing yourself, there is no peace.
💞
The First and Last Freedom, J. Krishnamurti
photos found at http://www.pinterest.com
photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT
Listen to Cat Stevens sing Peace Train
truth pursues me
through the cracks in the sidewalk
refusing to die
or lie
or be denied
like a lazy
hazy
crazy
day
truth
sometimes
dances with the breeze
tickling my face with feathers
at other times
hurricane winds blow me down
sucker punching me in the gut
like an invisible boxer
intent on one thing
opening my eyes
expanding my humanity
never leaving me to my own devices
stretching my souls edges
challenging my comfort zones
while making me ever-more-comfortable in my own skin
allowing me to step, by baby step,
another inch or two into the mystery of grace
one day I know I’ll fit
into the sparkly shoes
I’m here to fill…
don’t worry…
you will too
🔹
AL
Photos found at www.pinterest.com
The sojourning spirit is deep within each of us, if we’d listen, but it is not fundamentally about finding ‘the job’ or ‘the voice’ or ‘the degree’ or ‘the position’. The journey, at least as I know it, is a journey to union. It is a journey from fragmentation to wholeness, a journey from exile to home, a journey from attachment to union, a journey from hiding to “being hidden” in Christ, a journey from neurosis to theosis. – Chuck deGroat
A lone bird slips through the air.
You do not have to explain yourself.
The beating of your heart
is one with the vast, wordless song of the stars,
the great hum of the world.
Rivers murmur praise,
deserts and oceans chant their meditations,
cities recite their industrious psalms;
and in your cell, unheard, unknown,
the mystery of heaven unfurls
in your silence.
No one knows your place,
no one.
No one knows your precious belonging.
We can only believe,
or err.
The marigold by the roadside
never knows.
But it is true.
Your only work is to come to trust.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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It’s not just that when one door closes, another door opens.
When one door closes, Amy, choirs burst into chorus, orchestras orchestrate, bugles bugle, marching bands march, dogs catch Frisbees, cats “chow, chow, chow,” pigs fly, and 10,000 new doors open.
Kind of makes you want a door to close, huh?
Whoohoooo!
The Universe
🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹
I will be taking a break from this blog🔹not sure how long🔹maybe forever🔹lots of beauty in the past 1,000+ posts if you are interested 🔹wishing love, life, music & much happiness to all who come here🔹as well as all who don’t🔹
AL💞
8🔹18🔹15 AD
I closed my eyes
and returned
to people,
and places,
I love.
I closed my eyes
and opened
my heart
to magic,
and mystery,
I fell in love.
I closed my eyes
and committed
my life
to love, to You,
my soul’s beloved.
I closed my eyes
and saw
a new heaven,
and earth,
a world of love.
I closed my eyes
and found
myself,
within myself
deep calling to deep
I closed my eyes
and sang
my words,
songs you gave me,
my love song to You.
AL
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Proof of Heaven
this was the reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little you may know me better there. – Aslan
We are brought places so that we may know God, just a little, better here in this broken world. We are given glimpses, shaded bits of glory, the pieces we are ready for, come to us, changing our lives forever, as we attempt to absorb this brilliance, so far beyond our understanding. We grapple and try, to open our minds ever wider. We try to share, in ways we are able, this new understanding, this life changing knowledge, knowing how difficult it is to understand. We could never have understood these things happening before we went through it for ourselves, yet we also know it is too important to keep to ourselves, and we understand that, IF we, who are just ordinary people, have experienced this, (and we cannot deny we have) then it is possible for others as well.
And so, we try. We put it into inadequate words and we share it however we are called, this unexpected knowledge we have been given, even as we are just a bit embarrassed at the position it puts us in. It seems like it was a little simpler before these revelations. Yet it is also the best gift we have ever experienced and we just want others to know, to share it, to open to amazing grace. As Anne LaMotte says, ‘God’s grace comes to us right where we are, but never leaves us there’.
When we find fellow travelers, who have experienced similar things, it is joyous and wonderful to share. It gives us strength, hope and allows us to open ourselves to even more of the unlimited possibilities which are ever present and possible as we move through this place and into the place where we are so intimately known, so completely beloved and so permanently connected.
AL
Listen to Carrie Underwood sing How Great Thou Art http://youtu.be/3X6IzGDoGwo
Photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513
life: acoustic & amplified 