Wounded in life, I seek to staunch the wounds of others . . . . --xoj

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God's tapestry, all creation, my greatest value an attempt to live/love for: in gratitude, mercy, forgiveness, regardless of Age, Race, Creed, Gender, Gender Proclivities, or Generosity . . . seeking to make redemtion salvation & resurrection potential in all unique, precious, individual lives, human, plant, animal, world. . . .through words & images - Jack Spratt ... KISS

Friday, May 3, 2013

blessed days


I love all mankind with ferocity, but several women more so, and think it not odd. For they were given in the ordinary of my days; extraordinarily.  In these more precious days, knowing them fewer, since I am no longer a child with time a seamless continuity unending. No love is ever lost to the All. For the All is its origin, Love that is.

Were I pressed to express the why of it, I'd say because they are they and I am myself, held in love by the All.



“Immature love says "I love you because I need you."
Mature love says "I need you because I love you."” - Erich Fromm


05:33

I realize it impossible to define love to anyone else. However I sense, feel, intuit and think love is, in itself experiential. Greater than boundaries, creeds, race or gender. Everywhere greater than earth, wind, water, and fire. Day-by-Day knowing it more nearly, dearly, clearly. Once bereft of it, or so I then thought, it became apparent listening to my broken heart. I clearly see it had been empty attempting to fill itself with others. Now overflowing given away freely makes room for more.

Wandering, wondering through these days, I find nothing extraordinary in me but the sense of all life having itself autonomously.

21:04

The word “glide” came to mind, ending the sentence above. Then thoughts of superlatives and violent metaphors describing all former transitions from one mode, or mood, to what followed. In this instance a state of straight and level flight suspended effortless in confidence. Accepting helplessness, being completely out of control, absent of any desire. No longing, fear nor envy. Odd for me since “normally” I would think to carom and ricochet from star to star.

Ah! Now I get it. I am loved unconditionally; suspended in it. Three Hundred feet above a pastoral idyll greening for as far as I can see . . . all the seasons, time before time, eternal . . . and all shall be well.

"That is the principal thing: not to remain with the dream, with the intention, with the being in the mood, but always forcibly to convert it into all things." - Rainer Maria Rilke

130503 04:36 MDT blessed days
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