Constructs of reality. The limitations of language. Dogma and institutions of love.
Does heterosexual monogamy leave room for the healing power of touch? Who can I ask and trust to help me? I can't afford a doctor, massage therapist, or another broken heart.
Don't leave me all alone. My bare feet like to feel the bare earth. My body likes to feel embraced by love. This body has been abused. And it wants to know that not all touch is abuse. Not all touch is monogamous love.
Intimacy. What does it mean? I do not want to be a caged bird. Yet I've seemed to kill two birds with one stone for fear of being alone. And fear of commitment.
But I'm rising above. A newer consciousness is introducing discernment. Step outside the ego and learn. Create. Envision. See.
Imagine.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Delirium
Do you ever get the feeling that you don't quite live in reality? Either presiding in the past, the future, or an inaccurate perception of the possible present?
What is it like to hold multiple truths that may in fact be only fantasies?
Sometimes self-improvement feels like masochism.
Where does our love go?
Thank you for shedding light upon my soul. Thank you for seeing my loving nature and my good intentions for the world. Thank you for seeing the pain it brings when my actions, all intended for the greater good, are misunderstood.
Thank you for shedding light upon the shadows. Love sees me letting go of the illusion of control. Love sees me drawing lines between lust and everlasting. Ephemeral/Eternity. Elope?
Where do your feelings go? Are they like water, ebbing and flowing naturally through a source of eternal love? Or is there a door, like a dam made by man, to manipulate the energy? May I gain entry through the gates of heaven or am I damned?
It seems as though there were some great divide between my body and my soul. War torn and seeking asylum.
Who can be blamed for the moment of truth? There on the rocks in the river, where the earth meets the water, when the spirit moves you?
Lead me for Your Mercy's sake to paths of Truth and Grace.
What is it like to hold multiple truths that may in fact be only fantasies?
Sometimes self-improvement feels like masochism.
Where does our love go?
Thank you for shedding light upon my soul. Thank you for seeing my loving nature and my good intentions for the world. Thank you for seeing the pain it brings when my actions, all intended for the greater good, are misunderstood.
Thank you for shedding light upon the shadows. Love sees me letting go of the illusion of control. Love sees me drawing lines between lust and everlasting. Ephemeral/Eternity. Elope?
Where do your feelings go? Are they like water, ebbing and flowing naturally through a source of eternal love? Or is there a door, like a dam made by man, to manipulate the energy? May I gain entry through the gates of heaven or am I damned?
It seems as though there were some great divide between my body and my soul. War torn and seeking asylum.
Who can be blamed for the moment of truth? There on the rocks in the river, where the earth meets the water, when the spirit moves you?
Lead me for Your Mercy's sake to paths of Truth and Grace.
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