Wake up to the grave every day
Wake up to radical choices
Of health
Prosperity
Abundance
Because these are what the world wants us to have
And know that no other reason is needed.
If fear or complaint is your home page
Click on the menu called “Prayer”
Watch for the submenu “grace’ to use as a
Superglue
Eliding all extraneous borders into seamlessness.
Stretch for something you can walk forward upon
Something solid, not heavy like pavement,
But supportive & gracious to feet
Think on how long the wood speaks to us
After trees are made furniture. Think how it
May have longed to be a bureau or a stair.
We can no longer afford to waste even this
Intangible energy breathed at us…
Awaken to only THIS day, for none will ever be so again
Put out your super-natural antennae
Listen for hoofbeats, watch for omens
If you’re one to create your world, plan it for good
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I watched a short video accompanying a longer article about Jesus. In the video, He is shown as a man in white robes striding towards the camera. I am directly entranced by this video. I bookmarked it to watch again.
Towards me
I have a framed picture on my bureau:
A magazine cutout purporting to be Jesus
In a white robe with a red sash…
Walking towards me.
And this is where it will get strange for some people,
So, if you are even the least bit strange, stop reading here, please.
I knew this image to be so familiar for I had seen it in real life.
In my waking reality, once upon a time,
I saw Jesus striding towards me,
Pacing up the road ahead of any entourage
Eager to arrive at a home, to table, clean & at rest: a meal.
I knew that Jesus sent His essence out ahead of Him
I knew the first image was His wish to be with us
And that I still had time to prepare
For the moment He would fill His shadow
At my door,
Smile up at me, from my table
All of us, Arrived, at last.
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I’ve waited a long time for JOY to become my habitat.
I needed to recall that Joy is set up beyond earthly constructs
So as to be accessible at all times.
I needed to remember Joy is entirely individualized
Apparent only on those terms
Entangled in these constructs
Enabled by fearlessness.
Joy is light, it smells like reflected sunlight
when you pass through high grass, tasseled & be-stemmed.
Don’t waste a bit!
Always put it down in the exact same place…
Or set it up as your default state.
You see, first you get through Hope
Then Faith
Then Love
to Joy.
(Once you’ve Joy, all else drops away.)
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I declare a General Amnesty for myself!
I did all of it so far & didn’t even have the full story
(Conventionality wears off early
If you’re set aside young.)
Recovery isn’t to be trusted,
Fitting in doesn’t feel “organic”
Comfort = Alone.
I find my pardons along the roads I travel
And I’m open to bridges.
