Expanding LIfe

Say matter started with a word, or a deed.  The word is intimately connected with what it created.  It's a river rushing, a brook bubbling until flood.  It's an ocean deep.  It an expanse of the sky long.  It's eternally wide.  An energy of grace, and yet found in the silence.  Gentle in heart.  Mindful of the oppressed.  Seeking to join all together, and than to expand all into itself.  Into the arms of love, so that it can be both the propelling force and the destination.  To bring all into itself, so that all can feel its fullness.  And for a moment, time and space don't matter, and all is ok.

Emanuel of Time and Space

The love grows in our hearts.  It overwhelms the physicality of us, it overwhelms the senses.  Until it is the reality.  We are all born of love.  It has been our purpose.  It joins, sings a song over time and space and generations and galaxies.

He is with us.  We have hope.  We will not be left.  We are pursued more than we pursue anything, more than we pursue ourselves.  Love opens the door.  He is for us more than we can be for ourselves or anything.

Schisms.  Nope.  Division.  Na.  Degradation.  No.

Love.  Yes.  Compassion.  Yep.  Joining.  Ya.

The heart that started it all is still beating.  It the rhythm of the universe.

Free Fall

Everything is flowing.  There is an energy moving to, from and through everything.  We can fight the flow, but only to frustrate.  We must remain open.  We must have a beginners mind.  We must submit to the flow.  

I try and force the issue.  I impose my will upon reality, only to become frustrated.  I didn't work last time.  But maybe it will this time!  Maybe this is the silver bullet, the magic wand that will give me everything I've dreamed of!  

In me fights both darkness and light.  My job becomes to submit more and more to the light.  But let me never think the darkness isn't there.  Not to degrade myself, but to realize I need grace.  To hold everything with open hands, so that I don't plant where won't grow.  So that I never put down my post on the wrong property, or to let the acre become a forest to become a world to become a galaxy to become a universe to become reality.  But I must not put down my post before the fullness of things, and me being finite will never fully realize the fullness of the infinite.  

Therefore let me free fall.  With increasing speed.  With increasing depth and clarity.  Let me touch eternity to realize eternity will always be untouchable, a calling into forever.  

Back to where it ends

This holy experience, choosing to be hear and......

Let the guitar flow with punch and power.  Let the vocals sing sweet melodies in power and melody. Let the bass be true.  Drum away and play the instrument of your finding.

This chance to be, alive and breathing.....

Instrumental.  Changing clips and frames.  Galloping and gracefully swaying back and forth, in and out, to and fro.  Streaming, staccato, yelling, calling.

Embrace this moment, remember....

The beauty in the quite.  Beats need rest.  The composition needs silence.  The reflection.  Space.  Pause.  The chance for new ideas to give birth.  The contemplation.  In the cool of  the night air, in warmth of the rising sun, in the gentle sway of the dandelion.  Some how, some how, to reach a peace.  A peace that is true, that is developed in a consciousness beyond it's own conception.

A peace.  To finally come to fruition.  A peace.  That finally covers all.  A peace.  That is applicable toward all circumstances.

The loud must give way to the peace.  We need your messages, but in the stillness they find their worth.  And so we sing, and so rest, until, finally, we need not the polarity, until the coming and going both merge into the energy of love.

And love is.