Thursday, January 28, 2010

Not ironic

“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.”


- Oscar Wilde

I look through the musings I've written down and I find that my mind is fervently passionate about life. I hope one day my life is as passionate as my mind.

All that chains me down is the daring of my imagination.

I talked to someone last night about courage, about strength and determination. It makes me think about the easy things that we so often see as difficult when they are in fact simply exhausting. Exhausting because they are too simple, exhausting because they are monotonous and goes against the true desires of our hearts, not exhausting because they are difficult. Perhaps true difficulty lies in the knowing, in the knowledge of whatever path lies in front of you, in the knowledge of whatever hope guides you and gives you strength. It is exhausting to do what you may not want to do, it is difficult to have the freedom to decide if what you want to do is right...or wrong.

"Thus said the LORD, Stand you in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and you shall find rest for your souls." Jeremiah 6:16

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Sometimes I feel lost, I do. I turn around to find solace in silence, rest my head at night upon the promise of an empty near future.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Rapacious

Come with me, over that far horizon
let us drink of rivers deep until stars kiss the evening sky
and together we'll live the rose red sunrise
until soft morning and joyful dusk intertwine
breath upon breath.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Childhood

And for a second he let himself lose, let himself give up on this crazy world around him and fall back into a heady, warm rapture of innocence, fade away into beautiful oblivion. For a second.

"So that's what I'm looking for," he murmured to himself. There weren't any moments of profound, life-changing enlightenment but instead a reaffirming of sorts that only gently brought to light such truths he had tried not to suspect all along. Because sometimes the heart does not care about giving up, about strength and drive and future-orientation. Sometimes the heart does not need nor want a plan but only instead to be still for a bit. An escape, he needs an escape. He needs to exploit his own weaknesses. He needs to lose this game. He needs to give up, if only to remember why we struggle so hard to triumph. He needs an escape.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Thank You my Heart, my Breath, my King

Everyone is just trying to figure themselves out, spun out of wishing well moments. Find some clarity in the craziness of this world, of our lives and dreams. We fall, we break, we rise and we laugh...as long as we don't forget to Love. May this New Year, new decade bring a world that loves its own beauty with more Passion, a humanity that loves one another with more Courage, and a people that love themselves with more Hope. May we all learn to let go a bit of the science and logic and facts that surround us, and fall more in love with the breath and souls of our lives.