Silence

Words born are words born out of silence.  Words born from word loose their flavor.  When our constructs are built from previous constructs, we get further from the center.  In silence, my thoughts may emerge, my fears surface, I may not like myself.  I may desire to flee the silence.  But this is my chance to not run, to process, to feel, to know at a deeper level.

Silence, where the ground of being may be realized a little more, and where in the dry desert of our being flowers can break forth.  And the desert becomes a tropic, with golden shores, waters of blue, and a bright and energizing sun.

We must let our inner selves out.  We must give it breathing room.  It needs oxygen.

Let us integrate ourselves with ourselves, reconcile ourselves to ourselves, and free the self that's in ourselves.

Free Soul

Be free soul, let yourself dream.  Let not capture be your home.  Choose not captivity, let yourself dream.  Lay down arms, they are not your weapons.  Let freedom ring in your soul.  Take down walls, we need each other.  May light shine in your mind and body so that you experience life as good, as the universe rigged in your favor, as the current and waves dancing with you.  Let us not fear our bodies, fear our longings, fear our darkness.  They were meant for the light.  That is their home.  Let us simply walk into the light.  The light takes effect.  Conversion.

Let the children sing and dance without hinderance.  Let me not be a hinderance to their joy.  May we encourage life in each other.  May I not see you as other, but as one with me.  There is a body that engulfs all our bodies, we are seamless.  Alive.  Loved.

In need of mercy

Help me to never forget that I'm in need of your mercy.  Help me to live in your forgiveness.  Reveal to me areas where I need your forgiveness, and help me to give them to you.  Help my pride not get in the way of being in the flow of your mercy and forgiveness.  Have free access to my heart and soul.  Let your agenda be done, your love take root in me.  Help that be the strongest force, and if it asks me to give up a petty pride, a hate, a taking comfort in my own accomplishments or illusions of accomplishments or to rest in my own goodness, help me to give them up to you.

Have mercy on me a sinner.

A Tribe that Contains all Tribes

What if there are people who love on both sides?  What if there is a tribe that contains all tribe?  Life.  Love.  Kindness.  What if these are the places where we should go.  When I give myself to an ideology, I give part of myself away.  My instincts then are to defend that ideology.  My walls come up.  What if the victory is already won, what if love is at the core of the universe?  What if this speaks louder than any word?  Now I can lay down my defenses, and not try to muster up a "right" response and simply accept love, to accept that I am accepted.

Beneath our differences, in thought, in belief, there is a river running that joins us all.  All notion of independence isn't the full reality.  We are interconnected with Christ at the core.

Democrats and Republicans.  Gay or straight.  Male, female or transgendered, we are all one.  The river flows.  The river doesn't judge, it simply invites.  May I, may we, always just simply say, "Yes!"