Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Nicodemus i Am
"You hear the wind, but you do not know where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with those born of the spirit." Can I truly live my entire life based on those simple words? How can such a simple statement send me beyond my humanism? In those words are a description and prescription for life: To be born of the spirit. I would encourage you to read and re-read, again and again John chapter 3. For me, it is the greatest piece of literature ever written. Do something favorable for yourself. Spend a week reading it every morning and spend your days trying your best to understand it's meaning. He will come as he promised, for he is the Truth. Watch for the lower world to attack you (in your head) as you contemplate the meaning. The closer we get to the light, the greater the darkness tries to invade. You can win! Blessings, r
Monday, June 8, 2009
Harmony
Whatever the conflict,
Whatever the cause,
Spend some time,
Going over your thoughts.
The part you play,
Not the one apparent,
Is the only reason,
For this incoherence.
Admit your wrongs,
Despite your pride,
And you will be free,
To continue the ride.
“I am sorry” is
Hard to say
And “I Love you”
Is the only way.
We are not different,
So try to mend.
Go beyond yourself,
To the very end.
Harmony has no gain
Harmony fells no pain
Harmony is not given,
Harmony is righteous livin’.
Blessings, r
Whatever the cause,
Spend some time,
Going over your thoughts.
The part you play,
Not the one apparent,
Is the only reason,
For this incoherence.
Admit your wrongs,
Despite your pride,
And you will be free,
To continue the ride.
“I am sorry” is
Hard to say
And “I Love you”
Is the only way.
We are not different,
So try to mend.
Go beyond yourself,
To the very end.
Harmony has no gain
Harmony fells no pain
Harmony is not given,
Harmony is righteous livin’.
Blessings, r
Friday, June 5, 2009
Mathematical Genus
Take a few minutes with a stop watch and measure now. Start and stop your watch as fast as your reflexes will let you. Record it on a piece of paper. Take a calculator and begin to divide your figure by 2 (half or 50%). Due to time constraints you will be dividing by 2 forever. 1/2 of anything = 1/2 x ____. Now take that figure you wrote down and multiply by 2. Due to time constraints you will be there forever. You cannot measure now because it can only exist as eternal (both inward and outward). They are the same. Even our man-made numbers cannot describe eternity, whether it be the smallest or largest part known. Live your life as if you have all the time in the world, because you do. Jesus said "I am the alpha and the omega." We can experience the presence of Jesus now by making ourselves AWARE of the present moment. He spoke of here and now and the hereafter not because they are different, but because they are one of the same. Now is Eternal. Start with asking yourself, "Where am I and what am I doing?" You are so there! Blessings, r
Thursday, June 4, 2009
A Quick Note to Self
In this life you are going to blunder a thousand times. Your greatest victories will come NOT from accomplishments, money, notoriety, fame, outward conquests or anything painted on a plaque, but in what darkness you secretly walked away from. Those will be your greatest moments and no one needs to know. You never have to provide a reason into how, what and why you believe.
"Do unto yourself as you would have others do unto you." -Vernon Howard-
"Do unto yourself as you would have others do unto you." -Vernon Howard-
No Doubts
It is funny to watch an old body try to keep up with a young mind. I am so amazed at life's cycles. Whether it be physical, financial, emotional or spiritual, I can do anything in the next few moments. All that is needed is a few short bursts to get me through any day, (a day in which I may be devastated during my morning scheduling). The question is who is doing the scheduling and at what pace do the listed items need to be done? I have grown accustom to premeditated pace. I do make lists from time to time, but I need to understand that I can only do one thing at a time. If I prioritize my list, then the important things (especially the ones I really dread doing)can be accomplished in order. What is my life's greatest priority right now? How important is it, really? Often times I have to move myself to the side to get the answer. Keep it simple, make a list, prioritize that list, start at the top and focus on one thing at a time. It is very important for me to scratch off the one's I completed. It gives me a great sense of accomplishment and allows me to remember what I do from moment to moment. If I don't get to everything, I can put those at the top of tomorrow's list. Remember to leave tomorrow on that piece of paper. You won't be needing it until then, (effort - relaxation). Enjoy your day! Blessings, r
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Smile at the Devil
Upon awakening,
A rush moves in.
One thousand armies to crush
Light so thin.
Faster than sound,
The ideas bombarding.
It is not you,
But unfurling nothings.
No defense to these
Unclaimed borders,
Just flames and pieces
Of a darker order.
Feeding hapless thoughts,
Of an affair gone by,
You missed a chance
For your piece of the pie.
Baiting your mind,
To think, “It’s me”,
“I must do something
To stop the melee.”
I caught you this morning,
So leave me be.
I have no time for you,
But you do not see.
A sea of actors
Parading the stage,
Just smile at the Devil
And his blank masquerade
Blessings, r
A rush moves in.
One thousand armies to crush
Light so thin.
Faster than sound,
The ideas bombarding.
It is not you,
But unfurling nothings.
No defense to these
Unclaimed borders,
Just flames and pieces
Of a darker order.
Feeding hapless thoughts,
Of an affair gone by,
You missed a chance
For your piece of the pie.
Baiting your mind,
To think, “It’s me”,
“I must do something
To stop the melee.”
I caught you this morning,
So leave me be.
I have no time for you,
But you do not see.
A sea of actors
Parading the stage,
Just smile at the Devil
And his blank masquerade
Blessings, r
Monday, June 1, 2009
A Prayer for Cory
You bustle by,
In your brand new cars.
Looking over your shoulder,
You’re late to the bar.
Smiling cause your model,
Is newer than hers.
He has no coat,
And sitting the curb.
Spinning hurriedly,
With destined imagination.
There are no clues,
To this next generation.
Blindly caught in this
Circus and charade,
You vaguely see his
Life is not a game.
A wintry day he trots,
No coat and no shoes,
No food for himself,
Just singing the Blues.
Won’t you lend him,
Your car or your money?
Maybe a prayer for him,
A Prayer for Cory.
In your brand new cars.
Looking over your shoulder,
You’re late to the bar.
Smiling cause your model,
Is newer than hers.
He has no coat,
And sitting the curb.
Spinning hurriedly,
With destined imagination.
There are no clues,
To this next generation.
Blindly caught in this
Circus and charade,
You vaguely see his
Life is not a game.
A wintry day he trots,
No coat and no shoes,
No food for himself,
Just singing the Blues.
Won’t you lend him,
Your car or your money?
Maybe a prayer for him,
A Prayer for Cory.
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homelessness,
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