Random Thought...

I think it helps to remember that you were a baby once. There was a day when you could do nothing on your own and the only way to support yourself was to cry for help from others. You were completely vulnerable and susceptible to all of the dangers around you. You had no way to protect yourself and virtually no way to impose your will. Every single part of your life relied on the grace of another. Every part of your consciousness was devoted to those who devoted themselves to you. And in those first few years, everything was true. The good times were good, the happy times were happy, the sad times were sad and the confusing times were confusing.

No matter how far you've come, how much pride you have, how confident you are in your own abilities, how independent you think you are now, always remember that you, too, were a baby once.

In many ways, we all still are.

Dolby Diety

I cry out in the hanging silence.

Hearing nothing but my own sobs, I grow tired.

The doubt that clouds my mind brings only fear.

But out of this fear emerges comfort, joy, peace.

The music is all around.

"Can you hear it?

Are you listening?"

The cinematic is everywhere.

"Have you seen it?

Are you watching?"

Every noise around me is an instrument in a beautiful symphony of sound.

"Why do you long for a soundtrack when the score is being composed right in front of you?"

I have missed out on this profound production all my life,

Simply because I forgot to listen, forgot to watch.

And now, revealed to me again, I cannot look away.

I hear nothing outside of this orchestra.

My own attempts to bring shape to silence shatter.

My soul begins an ovation while You are still recording.

Jolly Old Saint Valentine

Who's the one who gets to say

that all our love gets just one day.

We box it up, won't let it stray

confine it in whatever way

We can find on Saint Valentine's Day.

We play along with this tradition,

employ it for our inhibition.

Then we hire a statistician

to tell us how love faded away.

We can't even find it on Saint Valentine's Day.

Is this what the worthy Saint intended?

To hide our hearts, not get them mended?

To give love just one day to be tended?

This love has so much more to say

than we can find on Saint Valentine's Day.

So this year let love break freely out.

Discover what its all about;

Daily, open emotion's spout;

Experience day-to-day

the feelings we save for Saint Valentine's Day.

Seeded

This tree has been replanted.

Pulled out by the roots and brought in to Eden.

Yes, it is rooted firmly in Paradise,

but its canopy still stretches over its old home.

The nutrients come from perfection

and the winds blow into the darkness.

In one world, but of another,

this tree blooms constantly and never drops a leaf.

Stretched over the divide.

Its fruit inebriates the soul.

Enamorado Preocupado

For an assignment in my Spanish 203 class, we had to write a Spanish love poem. I was immediately excited for this and here is a copy of what I wrote (It is supposed to be funny):

Enamorado Preocupado

Para ti mi corazón se quema.

Entonces, voy a escribir una poema.

Este poema es sobre el amor.

Escribiendo estas lineas me hace a sudor.

Nada puede separarnos,

Excepto, quizás, unos libros.

Me he sentido así por un año.

Ahora, necesito ir al baño.

Dentro de mi esta un fuego grande.

Pero, tiene que esperar hasta mas tarde.

**If you cannot read Spanish, copy/paste this into Google Translate

(Un)Deserving

Choking, strangling, drowning without You.

The world is the trap that I am drawn to.

It can give me nothing, fulfills no need.

I want a different air than what I've breathed.

I am reinvented in Your prescence,

raised from a dead or dying essesnce.

Now I can feel my lungs become the sails,

that only Your breath of life can propel.

From this cliffside Eden of hope and love

I glance down at the sea and leap from above.

Save me in Your endless mercy and grace;

catch, carry me back to this perfect place.

I've earned nothing and You deserve it all.

But still You save me from my self-inflicted fall.

I can never repay this wonderful grace,

so I will live my life to sing Your praise.