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The leaves above the brook
begin their great journey now,
letting go and dropping into the water.
Who knows what worlds they will see?

Trees shed the weight of their work
and slip into something more comfortable.
Now the sun’s laying on of hands
is not so forceful, but more intimate, more gentle.

The hillside deepens from its reds and yellows
to the color of experience,
the color of knowing without having to say.

Leaves fall, each with its own little tap.
They gather in sorrow and gratitude,
ready to become what is next.

This is the season of bareness and of seeds.
This, too, is newness, and peace.

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Weather report

Release,
as all that is passes
and becomes what shall be.
An occluded front of attachment passes,
allowing what is before us
to be beautiful enough.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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time to fly

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If I had wings
where would I fly?

You can see God from anywhere,
if you’re looking.

There was a time
when I would sing for you

Where will I fly
now you’re not my self appointed sky?

How about…

Second star from sunrise
straight on to myself

We’re all waiting
on the edge of yesterday
birds of red, blue and black
longing
for our time to fly

cause all the little birdies just got to fly
away away up in the sky
Those mamma birds are born to fly
higher higher in the sky

If I had wings
where would I fly?

You can see God from anywhere,
if you’re looking.

ACL 10/20/14

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courage, dear heart

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If you could be soft in what you are. In what you’ve felt in the world.

If you could release, just for a moment, how he held you, or how the kids should have come home.

If you just put down the can of paint. Listen.

All along you’ve been waiting. A couple long sighs, a piece of the way things wave and you’re off.

Have you considered much what it is to sit on the lawn. What is under your fingers, what is under your hands. And how to live an agreeable life, and how much it takes in a night to get through what you must first get through in order to just sit here and be happy.

“If You Could Be Soft” by Nina Alvarez

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the real truth of forgiveness

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Forgiving is not forgetting bad behavior,
not condoning or excusing or minimizing it,
not pretending that it didn’t hurt, that “it was nothing.”

Forgiving is not about the behavior.
It’s loving the person,
and letting nothing, even their hurtful actions,
diminish or deter your love.

Forgiving is accepting what is—
that they have wronged you—
without desire to amend that,
to get even, exact payment
or get them to see your hurt.
It is accepting that the hurt is real,
and yet your love for them, and yourself, remains.

Forgiving is accepting the person,
even with their hurtfulness,
without needing to change that.
Forgiving is accepting yourself:
allowing yourself to be hurt or wronged
without the need to correct that
to know your belovedness, dignity and worth.

Forgiving is owing and being owed nothing.
Forgiving is letting go of the past,
letting the hurt be in the past instead of the present,
choosing to stop hanging on to it, stop being chained up in it.
Forgiving is getting free.

Our forgiving blossoms from our being entirely forgiven.
We have been forgiven for deeper hurts than we ourselves forgive.
We choose to be in the heaven of infinite forgiving
rather than the hell of unfinished and never-ending resentment.
Forgiving is coming alive,
and entering into eternal life.

Forgiving is not a chore or obligation.
Forgiving is joy, freedom, compassion, and peace.
Seven times seventy times.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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shades of grace

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we free fall into love
from the edges of a heartbeat
only if we are willing to let go
and fly into far flung galaxies
love creates explorers
grace births daredevils
danger for love’s sake becomes us
makes us beautiful,
willing to fall off the solid
into the unknown
trusting that what we need at this very moment
is being born in the breath we share
our tears becoming elegant harmonies
in the music being written
which never ends
and is always being reborn
the higher and freer it falls

AL 8/22/14

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And love is ultimately not a trite good feeling, but a steady current of quiet actions that could carry the loved person toward ultimate good.

Love is stubbornly praying for your ‘enemies’ till you see ‘enemies’ are illusions & God makes everyone grace in your life: a friend.

Maybe the world and every thing we see, maybe none of it is only black and white —
but more beautifully complicated, diverse shades of a transforming grace.
– Ann Voskamp
http://www.aholyexperience.com

play it again, Sam

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perhaps we are
saving each other
one song at a time
reborn, drowning
in these oceans of grace
endlessly moving
wind, waves, water
kissing the shore
achingly beautiful
true colors
of black and white
melting together, dancing
in and out
through each other
ever weaving, creating
new life
filling the empty
emptying the full
like music
itself

AL 8/18/14

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if there is light it will find you – Charles Bukowski

In “Farewell to Arms” Ernest Hemingway wrote, “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”
– Ocean Palmer quotes EH
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Grace, that miracle which even the darkest night can’t consume — grace that miracle that can only consume you.

Light can pry through the dark. A shaft can come through a window like a lifeline.

The birds on a wire can someday sing —
We have heard them.

– Ann Voskamp
http://www.aholywxperience.com

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Time Stops for Only the Greats: the Loss of Robin Williams

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/aug/12/russell-brand-robin-williams-divine-madness-broken-world

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2014/08/what-the-church-christians-need-to-know-about-suicide-mental-health/

Depression and the Gift of Grief

every little thing

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We have to go the “second mile” with God. Some of us get played out in the first ten yards, because God compels us to go where we cannot see the way, and we say – “I will wait till I get nearer the big crisis.” If we do not do the running steadily in the little ways, we shall do nothing in the crisis.
– Oswald Chambers

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At the end of the day: do others feel loved in your presence? This is the spiritual bottom line. – Masin Kipp

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I have walk long and alone. I have sought truth in my life and I have been careful about sharing it with others – even in my closest relationships.
I thought it was mainly because of the dogma of fundamentalism I grew up in, but I have recently discovered it is mainly because of the rejection, control, verbal, mental and sexual abuse I have been through.

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Holding my truth, my way of living as sacred to me was my way of protection.
I am seeking to be more open, more honest with my truth, open myself in new ways in close relationships. I must admit, it is somewhat terrifying – which makes me know it’s the right thing.

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As I walk into this brave new place I am aware of all that has brought me here, and I am grateful for all of my learning which allows me to step into this personal place of revealing my naked truths to others. I believe in the importance of it. I believe it is the only way I will truly overcome the shadows, wounds and pain of my life and come into the fullness of joy in my life.

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Life is a process. Only love can break a heart. Only love can mend it again.
We are here for both parts – IF we will step into the place which will allow us to fly and be free – even with patched up, broken and battered wings.

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when our heart wins the battle against our fear, wonder is ahead. – Paulo Coelho

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