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Time Depravity

laloDepravity is acting in a way that is morally evil or wrong. In life are we ever afforded the chance to relive expired seconds? Is it possible to reach back and re-live? The answer is no. I would venture to say that time is the most valuable commodity afforded to humanity. Do we live in time, or do we simply seek to exist in time, fanatically managing time to best fit the next task or fire that flairs up in front of us. Do we know what it is to live outside of simply existing? Living implies that we seize time and we enjoy where we are. Distraction is a concept formed in hell to keep the living in a state of limbo between life and death, for if we are not living and we are not dead where are we? It leaves us with that next fire to put out and that next project to accomplish, that next career opportunity to chase, and that next goal to seek out. Is that not the very definition of depravity? Are we not taking one of the greatest gifts of humanity, the chance to live, and defiling it to make it evil. We make time an enemy. We say, “How long do I have to be here?” and “Why can’t I be doing something else?” as if where we are isn’t good enough for us. We invent ways to distract ourselves further than constantly being busy we go to such a level that even while we are busy we are never truly in one place living to our fullest potential. We are busy living another life in a world that doesn’t exist as if the one we are given isn’t good enough. Driving too and from, wasting time, not contentedly observing the wonders of living, but ignoring and belittling our chance at glorifying the one who made us. Value time, value life, and live in the moment. Say no to distraction, so no to discontentment. Strive not to just make it, but to enjoy the journey. The illusion of the destination speaks of our misunderstanding of the journey.

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Music Perspective

Lights
Of a different space
Come fill this place
The soft peals of a distant song
Echoes of a journey an invitation to come along
Dusty Lights fill the stage
One girl stands alone, to share a page

A page
Not just a melodic words to appealing sounds
But a testimony to an unfolding story resounds
Out of those notes the rhythm that song
Come the echoes of a journey an invitation to come along
One girl, one attempt, simply to share a page
One courageous action, to share center stage

A song
More than the allotment of time for a series of notes
It’s the heart of the girl, her dreams her hopes
You dare to criticize the way she shares their soul
You dare to constrict an expression that could make you whole
Life is not based on your basis of reality
Accept the fact that through your lack of understanding can grow a principality

Courage
Under the burden of your words, spoken or not
That woman shares her heart despite being distraught
That one up there on the stage
She knows that growth comes from change
True courage is staying true to what you believe and who you are
Despite the growing war to control the peals of a guitar

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Peace

I experienced peace today. Perhaps not for the first time but definitely for the first time in a more meaningful way. It came as a subtle wave of comfort directly after a submission to the flow of the Holy Spirit by my heart. Rushing is contrary to the will of God because included in the will of God is timing. If I rush I have either missed the timing of God and am attempting to catch up or rush to a perceived benchmark of performance or I am not confident in the progression of events and so am trying to supersede my reality over Gods greater reality. Either way the act of rushing pushes me away from my spirits natural union with peace and promotes a hurried stressed atmosphere. I cannot receive the fullness of Gods grace in such an atmosphere. If I exercise trust and submit to the timing of God I will live in peace. That act of submission transmits my spirit to a third reality where events happen for a reason and being proactive is seen as seeking out the will of God before action. From that place I can find peace in every circumstance because my heart has surpassed logical understanding and I have broken the chains of constant mental work. I refuse to be rushed and will move with the Holy Spirit.

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The Lake

Nature reveals the things of the divine in a way man cannot maintain.  To those who listen secrets are whispered, mysteries are explained, and the spiritual essence of the divine is revealed.  The essence of nature is precluded by the illusion of control.  If a man sets his being against the chaotic melody of the created he will be forced to bend, as the directionless does not have a stop to its direction.  But if a man aligns himself with the violence, and relinquishes control to the beauty, he will find a stillness and an understanding not forged by the constrains of logic but by an unhindered union with the creator.

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Suspended; held in balance between a weightless abyss and a great expanse of colored nothingness.  I am overwhelmed.  Lying prostrate caught in a battle as old as time, two cataclysmic forces endlessly weighing against each other, a fine line of neutrality drawn between them, none the victor.  They advance at a measured pace neither making a rushed offensive, neither ceasing their endless barrage, both pressing on, playing the deadly game of time, moving through that gateway as one.

Many have tried to describe it using eloquent words and scientific terms, but in the face of such a forceful balancing such words fail to capture its depth.  In the midst of such power and conflict a thin band of peace and stillness thrives, an absence of all conflict, in which I find myself.  Floating on my back; peacefully, blissfully at rest, all semblance of control released to the invisible chaos around me.  Forces so immense the mind cannot hope to attain control; the only road forward surrender.  In such a moment the foundations of heaven touch down to earth, the dusty unused conduits of pure emotion open, and a pathway to the heavens is established. The walls around my heart so meticulously erected are swept aside by the pure force of the void, and an understanding swept my body.  Peace is not an amiable feeling conjured up by a release of pent up emotion, but the force that releases the emotions itself.  Peace is a violent action, the forcible removal of all except a void of pleasant nothingness, not a place of unknowing, but a place to know and to fully be know.  I lay in that state driven there by the magnificence of nature, and held there by the thirst of my soul. A need for rest, the only hope at action enjoyment.

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