Our first acts of existence outside the womb are to suffer. We are made to cry just to get us to breathe, that sudden slap on the ass announcing our arrival to this world. We know hunger for the first time, and we begin to know human needs. If we are lucky, we are born to a nurturer, someone who gives us her breast in our moments of need; someone who tenderly caresses our humanity in our moments of utter confusion.
I sit and I stare blindly at the wall. There is nothing there, it’s just a wall. Beyond it, there is something, but I can’t see it. All I can see is a white, flat […]
He stood, frozen. The fear created within a lifetime came flooding to his face as his eyes began to let go a torrent of pent-up suffering. He dropped to his knees and sobbed. Yes, the end was near, and there was no certainty that he would live to see it.
I bet you have bowled me over, knocked me to my knees and lifted me up again an infinite number of times since we’ve known on another. I may only remember a relatively few of them and only the most recent, but I have a strong suspicion that I’ve fallen over and over again for the simple pleasure of seeing you smile.
“A man must learn to kneel before he can learn to rise.” I have knelt, and tasted bitterness from the puddles at my feet. Now, I rise, and drink […]
δ It’s been three weeks Or so… Since the bomb went off Since the ocean waves destroyed my little village My safe haven That place I called “home”. It’s been three weeks Or […]
See, when see that picture of God as an old man with a rod in his hand, I often think that God isn’t the old man at all. God is the rod. The old man simply knows how to use it, and for that knowledge he gets painted all over the world and is worshiped as beyond measure. So, learn how to use the rod my friends and be worshiped. Not by the world, but by YOUR world. Her. The woman. The one who shows you who you are when no one else can.
I tell you what. If you are lucky enough to have your love near you, go make love to her/him. Take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Rub her, touch her, make her tingle. Kiss her everywhere, and don’t stop until she begs you to. Then make love to her like you mean it, like she deserves it, and like God Herself tells you to. Don’t stop until you can’t breathe and can’t move another muscle.
The real courage comes from stepping off the sand into the mud, of rising out of the depths into the that place that is neither water nor sand but a bit of both. We step out of our box into the wet sand and often feel fear we want to run from. It gives us great comfort to hide in our secure box and somehow suggest that it takes remarkable strength to be there.
He would never steal from her who she was but would instead stand guard and protect her without question. He would not control her, he would fiercely protect her independence. He would never need ask her for a thing, for she would freely give of herself to the man she loved without worry and without question. The Yin and the Yang met there, where they stood, and that was enough for the Universe to sing loudly.
