of the billions of them that are
they never miss being with each other
because they are never apart
not one

truly

sometimes scattered about
sometimes so close to seem as one
sometimes placed in a special formation
sometimes
yes sometimes uniquely identified
even called out to shine a little less brightly

they simply appear
they simply appear every night
they simply appear on the other side of the world

how without rest
what draws them out
why there is no motivation
where else can there be such peace
when encouragement is no longer necessary
who really knows what causes them to shine at all

the One who created them
they are because they have been chosen
they are because they have been chosen

they may never really know each other
or feel completely known
they have never known one minute alone
how resistance can take hold
or what is meant to be forgotten

that is the mystery of it

still no matter what
even the few who fall from time to time
all can be certain that a special place is held for them
together they are free
together they are one
just as they have always been and forevermore will be

that is the beauty of it

they have been called the galaxy... the universe... heaven... eternity...

they who have come
to commune
and be
community

Journey begins
A handful of faithful
Committed together
Opened hearts
Broken & bruised
Souls cared for
Wisdom & Folly
Experienced & Understood
Living fully : Awakened
Letting go...Love.

 

See, I am doing a new thing!
       Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
       I am making a way in the desert
       and streams in the wasteland.

 The wild animals honor me,
       the jackals and the owls,
       because I provide water in the desert
       and streams in the wasteland,
       to give drink to my people, my chosen,

 the people I formed for myself
       that they may proclaim my praise.

isaiah
43:19-21

"Concerning all acts of initiative
(and creation)
there is one elementary truth,
the ignorance of
which kills countless ideas and splendid plans:
that the moment one definitely commits oneself,
then providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help one
that would not otherwise have occured.
A whole stream of events issues from the decision,
raising in one's favour
all manner of unforseen incidents
and meetings
and material assistance
which no man would have dreamed would come his way.
I have learned a deep respect for
one of Gothe's couplets:
"Whatever you can do, or dream you can,
begin it.
Boldness has genius, magic, and power in it.
Begin it now."

~ W.H. Murray,
•The Scottish Himalayan Expedition•

as i read this selection from "the War of Art" : break through the blocks and win your inner creative battles - Steven Pressfield
i am inspired, and encouraged that i have gotten off to a good start.
however, more deeply i have a sense that there is surely something
in the beginning stages for me,
and what i fear most...
is that it may not be what i have decided it should be.

”Jesus uses a number of mixture images that illustrate this world and unless you learn how to see, you don’t know to separate;you get lost in the weeds and can’t see the wheat (matt 13:24-30) when a student comes and says, “should I pull out the weeds? Jesus says “No” Let them grow together until harvest. Then, at the end of time, HE will decide what is wheat and what is weed. This idea has had little effect on Western moral Theology. But WE are a mixture of weed and wheat and we always will be. As Luther put it, simul Justus et peccator. His whole tradition said we are simultaneously saint and sinner. That's the mystery of holding wheat and weed together in our one field of life. It takes a lot more patience, compassion, forgiveness and love than aiming for some illusory perfection that is usually blind to it's own faults. The only true perfection available to us is the honest acceptance of our own imperfection.
IF we must have perfection to be happy with ourselves, we have only 2 choices. We can either blind ourselves to our own evil(&deny the weeds) or we can give up in discouragement (&deny the wheat). BUT if we put aside perfection and face the tension of having both, then we can hear The good news with open hearts. It takes UNCOMMON humility to carry the darkside of things. It takes a kind of courage to carry the good side, too. Archtypically, "the crucified one" always hangs between these 2 thieves- paying the price within himself just as we must do. (see Luke 23:32-34;note Jesus forgives both thieves.)
Richard Rohr - Everything Belongs
(CAPS my emphasis)

BREATHLESS by Cat Power

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKCV4Xi9LQ8

It's up in the morning
And on the downs
Little white clouds
Like gambolling lambs
And I am Breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin
Beats his wings
His throat it trembles
When he sings
For he is helpless before you
The happy hooded bluebells bow
And bend their heads all a-down
Heavied by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream
At the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face
Comes shining through
And all
The morning glows anew
Still your mind
Still your soul
For still
The fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you
The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about the new-made leaves
For it is breathless without you
The fox chases the rabbit round
The rabbit hides beneath the ground
For he is defenceless without you
The sky of daytime dies away
And all the earthly things
They stop to play
For we are all breathless without you
I listen to my juddering bones
The blood in my veins
And the wind in my lungs
And I am breathless without you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face
Comes shining through
And all
The morning glows anew
Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you

....and if we are not, then whom or what else are we drawing our breath from or allowing to take that breath away?