Consumed

Words.

Poetry.

Lyrics.

Such power to move me.

When I write and when I read, I am changed. I can feel the energies pouring into me, coming up from within, and splashing out. There is nothing better. For me. This is how I move, feel, flow, experience fully.

I know that I know that I was created to eat words, to consume them and allow them to become a part of me. Maybe it’s what Jesus meant.

Eat my body. Drink my blood.

Jesus

Knowledge for knowledge’s sake is useless at best and harmful at worst. My knowing stuff doesn’t help me or another one bit. My understanding of something helps to a degree, if I am living it. I am led lately to revisit previous words in which I felt a big shift within me… such big knowledge, transforming my understanding… and sup upon them a bit more. Had I really completely sucked the marrow from the bone? Perhaps there is more for me in those letters.

I have begun to keep a more detailed diary of my thoughts upon reading words that move me, passages that I feel into my body. I am so hungry, so thirsty! I crave more… for the purpose of understanding, ingesting, understanding more deeply, and sharing myself with the world.

Sharing myself, not my knowledge, but my-self… my innermost Truth… my heart. Me.

Knowledge without Love is empty.

God, make me a channel of your Peace.

Oh, how grateful I am to all the poets and writers, authors and feelers… brave enough, unselfish enough, open enough… to share their hearts. Themselves.

Real. Raw. Genuine. 

Unapologetic.

Vulnerable.

By the end of this life, I pray that I too would be eaten up and drunk in to the last crumb and drop. My life, well lived, well poured out.

Amen.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Pushing the boundaries.

Daring to dream, color outside the lines.

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

Mary Oliver

Stirring.

Liberating.

Lose yourself, lose yourself in this Love.

When you lose yourself in this Love, you will find everything.

Lose yourself, lose yourself.

Do not fear this loss for you will rise from the earth and embrace the endless heavens.

Lose yourself, lose yourself.

Escape from the black cloud that surrounds you then you will see your own light as radiant as the full moon.

Now enter that silence. This is the surest way to lose yourself.

What is your life about anyway?

Nothing but a struggle to become someone.

Nothing but a running from your own silence.

Rumi

Provoking.

Deep.

Like, I can’t be the same after eating-drinking of these words.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Anais Nin

God, allow that I would sup, be supped upon… allow that I would be brave, throw myself out there, risk, bud.

LIVE.

And so it is.