Archive for May, 2009

This is you

How is it that you have left,
But I’m the one who is gone.
Do you see me still?
Dying without you here
Pieces that fall and,
Pieces that dance knowing where you are.

Break free of this.
Into wild skies of blue and cloud
Winds will touch my face and I will think of you
Arms spread on hilltops
And never-ending light

This is you.
The beauty in the hardest parts.
The beautiful part of me.

Stand still, and watch for movement.
I walk in search of something familiar,
And wait for you to come
Invisible and quiet
I just need a minute to find you again.

And this is you.
The song in my head.
The beat of his heart.

The piece that is found.
The one I always miss.

Late night conversations

My brother says confusion and fear keep us from doing what is good and right.
In my own confusion I wonder (out loud) how we can’t see what is so clear.
What is really common sense,
But, something I also fall short of.
To love people. That’s it.
To love without accommodating ourselves first.

And we question each other - what is helping now?
so often it is about money.
Or the things that often take little to no involvement or front line work.
Something you can do without looking another in the eye.
There is good in charity and money giving – don’t get me wrong.                                                                                                                                                                     Most of us should probably give more.
But the bigger picture requires getting our hands dirty.
Doesn’t it?

We have become very good at covering up society’s problems.
Or distinguishing which problems belongs to which group.
We do not share our grief and struggle.
We do not reach far enough or deep enough into another person’s disaster.
We decide that there are reasons behind individual loss  -
Yet, those reasons do not include our own indifference and inaction.
We are detached.

Do we not belong to each other?
If someone falls, do we not stop to help them up?
Do we look to see that the ground is rocky
and acknowledge that it could have happened to anyone?
Do we notice that the foot that tripped the fallen was our own?

Our job is not to change others.
But to change ourselves.

Our purpose is to love.
And “In perfect love, there is no fear.”

Deaf & Blind

What we see depends on whose eyes we look from
or if we look at all.
What is basic is neglected
and forgotten by the world

Running in search of what is already here
we are scattered
and deafened by selfish flight
disguising blindness in a flurry of other obligations,
- forgetful of our transparency

What is worth our time?
And whose reaching hands are we rejecting?
- Only those without strength or will to reach.