October 31, 2012

In the water - new writings


the leading
some seek it
the thrill
the warming of whiskey in your bones
a body on top of yours
the newest adventure
but I was led
into the wild
a Voice spoke once
and I heard twice
the true meaning
of unpredictable
the true wild
in the Spirit


The Bear
Slowly, I walked
until I stopped
at a rustle in the forest
a bear, I thought
I stood exposed, unarmed
For a moment
with all my heart
I believed
I was led here to die
that somehow
this trip was meant to end my life
a bear, or a crash on the road
then God spoke to me:
“The only reason I’d take your life
is so that we could be together.
Again.
I want to be near to you.”


Found
I have all day
to get terribly lost
and find my way back
to you


The lost beatitude II
Blessed are the quiet
for they will be filled with sound.


Seeds of winter
Outline the science of reason
Explain the revolving season
Follow the trail of logic and fact
The One who knows, turns His back

To paint the leaves orange
Painting the red jay, blue
I explained it away –
what my soul already knew

Where fear and curiosity
drive the obvious into minds
the mind’s shallow thoughts fall short
What gave the humming bird it’s lines?

the motive we search for
answered forevermore-
The Master of the seasons
has for each, His reasons


in the water
my commitments submerged


Noble blood
given, yet not received
The devout’s love takes flight
but like the love before theirs
the love fills men with spite

innocence draws out wolves
to pray upon the sheep
Making snares for the pure
Plotting death while they sleep

We know where love is, God is
but we also know the fact
Where Light is, dark is
the evil of men counteract


voyagers
our greatest discoverings
are wanderings


to come home
one can only hope to
come down from the mountain
free of fraud           
unspoiled in the mind
full of freedom
rid of cowardice


pathways
Where hearts uncomplicate motives
The unraveling of sin and self
Feel the bar rise
To strip us down

simplicity is found
with forgiveness
Grace is the path to
purity between people

July 2, 2012

del mar meditations.

Some places
expire, if you start look deeper
Beware
the search for substance

(in retrospect the above could also be told to those willing to date me)

Here we are again
The guilt I feel for looking at my phone
in such a gorgeous place
dissipates when I realize I only want to share beauty
with my friends.

Pressure
The pressure to look good here
is crushing.
It's inevitable that physical health
becomes the priority
while the important fabric of ourselves
is neglected and rots away.

2 miles stretch of beach
everyone had bikinis
I had a book

Seagulls
lose their way
even when the tide
reveals their path.

The scene (I'll set it up)
A young man holding an expensive camera
Sets his two year old baby girl on a towel
and walks carefully away from her to the beach
looking back every few steps, but careful not to miss his perfect picture
He is search of the opportune shot of the morning tide
with every stride away from her, he becomes more worried
as his daughter is now quite far from him.
But his worry is misguided.
The problem is that his camera
is facing the wrong direction.

Engulfed
If I don't get back, Brian might be worried I've been
swallowed by the sea
and I have been.

No one notices
old men on benches

Bienvenido
The only time I feel at home in this rich place
is when I am swept up
in a group of Mexican workers
taking out the trash.

Livingston
A beautiful story about
doing something extraordinary
but you cannot be great
without a tender heart

Kids on the beach
scream for their lives
and run from the waves
I've spent most of my life doing this.

Perspective
Being here, in beach paradise
doesn't make me want a surfboard.
It makes me want a family.

Because it's fun
When seagulls poop
they aim for open mouths.


March 13, 2012

the religious.

can talk about
old wine in new skins
and
new wine in old skins
but can't talk about their own skin