Saturday, December 23, 2017
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
Monday, November 6, 2017
“Accept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters…Who are you to judge someone else’s servant? To his own master he stands or falls…So then each of us will give an account of himself to God…So whatever you believe about these things keep between yourself and God.” Rom. 14:1, 4, 12, 22
Thursday, November 2, 2017
Monday, October 9, 2017
Saturday, August 12, 2017
"Man surprised me most about humanity.Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived." -The Dalai Lama
Monday, August 7, 2017
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Monday, July 31, 2017
BAY
shotgun sensibilities
plague my waking dreams
the soul of my birth dies
nothing lies in my path but
ashes and dust...
a rage builds tempest within,
i cannot stop it -- i only hold
it at bay with powders and
herbs. nothing saves me from
my Destiny of Blood.
torn by a jagged sky
my sensibilities ruined
perceptions ravaged and scattered
everyone tellin' me what i ought
to do. slipping into a permanent
hate. a vacancy is opening, the
boy is dying, the man no longer cares--
the maniac is quite austere.
i think i had too much to dream last night.
-Dale Massey
shotgun sensibilities
plague my waking dreams
the soul of my birth dies
nothing lies in my path but
ashes and dust...
a rage builds tempest within,
i cannot stop it -- i only hold
it at bay with powders and
herbs. nothing saves me from
my Destiny of Blood.
torn by a jagged sky
my sensibilities ruined
perceptions ravaged and scattered
everyone tellin' me what i ought
to do. slipping into a permanent
hate. a vacancy is opening, the
boy is dying, the man no longer cares--
the maniac is quite austere.
i think i had too much to dream last night.
-Dale Massey
Saturday, July 29, 2017
CHARADE
crawling just below the surface
tendrils advancing on worn synapses
i scream out in deafening silence
even in this state there is no respite
why do i continue on?
to play the game i suppose
to hold their hands
to stutter and play mute
i am grieving
i am tearless
why do i fear myself, hate myself
this maddening charade?
-Dale Massey
crawling just below the surface
tendrils advancing on worn synapses
i scream out in deafening silence
even in this state there is no respite
why do i continue on?
to play the game i suppose
to hold their hands
to stutter and play mute
i am grieving
i am tearless
why do i fear myself, hate myself
this maddening charade?
-Dale Massey
Friday, July 28, 2017
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
“Imagine you’re a fish, swimming in a pond. You can move forward and back, side to side, but never up out of the water. If someone were standing beside the pond, watching you, you’d have no idea they were there. To you, that little pond is an entire universe. Now imagine that someone reaches down and lifts you out of the pond. You see that what you thought was the entire world is only a small pool. You see other ponds. Trees. The sky above. You realize you’re a part of a much larger and more mysterious reality than you had ever dreamed of.”
-Blake Crouch
-Blake Crouch
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
"The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”
― Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island
http://merton.org
― Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island
http://merton.org
Monday, July 17, 2017
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