Fly

As the rain falls,

he sees

the leaves move,

and listens

the ocean's roar.

The poet realizes what to be amazed for.


No poet lives in a four walled room!!


The branches of trees, washed,

creatures on earth, fed,

deep waters, raised,

many a surface, cleaned,

coconuts, dropped

-0-

a soul in death, revived...


So, how does a tree stand tall?


And the poem does not know,

but the poet searches for the source!


Can love be not found for long?

Aquel Dia...

En el futuro el presente va a tratar de recordarme el pasado.


Recuerdo aquel buen amigo que camino conmigo,

caminamos por un tunel oscuro por mucho tiempo,

recuerdo poder oler la humedad,

recuerdo sentir el frio y la soledad,

recuerdo haber mis manos en mis bolsillos...


Pero en dias como aquel,

en esos dias pude aprender a encontrar la salida del tunel,

aprendi a encontar los rayos de luz,

aprendi a oler el pasto verde,

aprendi a sentir esperanza y un fuego calentador dentro de mi,

aprendi a serle fiel a mi amigo,

aprendi a ser un amigo.




El futuro, y quien pues conoce el futuro????

Secret Royal Garden

Without a number, without a paper,

with no code & no status,

but with a huge network,

my place can be here & anywhere else!



A friend of mine told me:

"You just reminded me of someone who one day shared this with me:

I was in front of a dark pit,
one that felt and seemed to not have an end.

At this pit I was at the verge, standing without balance.




All I could think and feel was that I would fall,

and I think I fell,

but this spiderweb caught me.

And I found out by God's grace:

as thin as this spiderweb seemed to be, it was unbreakable,

in this spiderweb my life got changed.

This spiderweb still holds me."




With this love I receive,

with this huge network,

all within me will rise,

I will still have the moon to fly!!!!,

from the first time
to the end of time,

FOREVER AND EVER!!!!

8 Way

Through the look of the sky,

and if you ask me, I really don't know why,

but it truly is about you and I.


At the shade of the tree,

and in and not in all of the times I feel free,

you and I can just be.


Paramount to me,

let's remain we.

Sending You a Note

Never saw red,

but in a rose I saw blue,

c'est la vie!


My eyes sailed in the sky,

for miles and miles long more blue.

c'est la vie!


Those long nights,

endless seas of the your best fellowship - deepest blue!

c'est la vie!

Picturesque

Still the wind, never still.


Reclined in complete repose,

the eyes of a scene I never cease remembering,

the sound not of an artificial chiming,

all to be made whole through the companionship...

...this friend that always listens,

he communicated the importance of communication,

and truth be that my all needed such rest.


In all the contention of the day nevertheless true might.

The Sky, The Sun, The Dawn

A sentence spoken at last,

the story told anew on an immense arch,

each reflection on each hello and goodbye,

and nothing like a spindrift as company...


the power of poetry of change.

Seeing

What it is from what it was,

what it is from what it will be

...

God has the power to.

I just remember I cut myself with a thorn,

and also that I saw her hair fall and fall,

her eyes deeply saddened.

Everyone began to feel sorry about her,

not everyone prayed,

but almost certainly everyone crossed a thought here and there about her.

God in his power did things.

And now I see her from here,

I see her through a picture that will fade away,

probably will fade away even just as I walk away
from the thought of these many words,

as I walk away and embrace what will come.

One thing I'll remember though:

God has the power to do.

Don Chelino

Ha, this old man...

His style was unique!

His eyes radiated hope, somehow.

I still think he kept himself in great shape,

who would not be in shape after long daily walks?

Don Chelino!

Who was this man?

Who did he love?

Did he have anyone who cared for him?

Was he mocked?

Did people spit on him?

Don Chelino!

I saw him searching for treasures in the trash.

I saw this old man camouflaged...

...Today I thought much about low and love.

This old man really got to know lows that I have...
I cannot imagine his lows.

Who cares about people who make a life out of trash?

Don Chelino!

He had a life.

I saw him.

Perhaps I should have become his friend.

I hope to be his friend...

The Sigh of the Less Experienced

I threw so many rocks into the water,

I would look for that second chance,

for the chance to make them bounce multiple times,

and then to look at the waves expanding in BIGger circles.

In great joy, believing that I could make all things work, I would flatter.


Was I then thinking about growing?


I used to get my hands covered with mud,

my industrial constructions were not just there for a glance,

and my heavy-duty Tonka truck never got stuck in all those climbs.

I would look at my roads, buildings, big piles of sand...

...then when "bored", my fellow Yellow was there as my best bud.


Was I then thinking about growing?

They Look Like Blue

It took me a thoughtful series of thoughts,

learning how to find the sequence,

more than just one moment of affirmation,

all the memory of a memory that lacks structured recognition,

playing with an earnest and yet hopeful group of words,

the state of reverie,

and the inside spring of all of Myself.


The reason that has no reason to be proofed,

reason of nonfading purpose,

and reason of imprinted and permanent significance,

is what embarked me into the journey of the seven seas.


Only the day of departure is yet to be found.

Waves Crashing

Your love...

And I enjoy each embrace,
even if through your power you take me down.

All this sound, the roaring of a collision that is hard to survive,
and I know you will get me back to the top.


I learned one day to be alright,
even if through your power salt would come out through my nose.



The feeling of being underneath, having no air to breathe,
and I know I still can enjoy your embrace,


Your Love!

I'll LOOK FOR YOU ALL THE TIME

The beauty appreciated by those who LIVE it...


Some people think of it as a bite,

but the truth is it always is complete.

Some people think of it as a waiting list,

but the truth is it always is a free full ride.

Some people think of it as a human shape,

but the truth is it cannot be confined or burned.

Some people think of it as an island,

but the truth is no one can see its end, not even its horizon.

Some people think of it as a lily or rose,

but the truth is it has one name, it is called LOVE.


...a beauty so bright that not even memory can choose to fight.

You Were Near Me

The rivers, the songs, the eyes...


In each moment that the sound of your presence,

though, doing what it most could, and rather well enchanting my company,

floated across the mountains and valleys of my vicinity,

played beyond the sunset of my gentle contact

and

orbited obsequiously & submissively while holding the beauty of each of my point of views,

my clue to compare the falls, silences and shades

was none, since the best day of my life was at turn.


...all the waves!

Rediscovering the Song Built

How to understand?

Can the wind be confined?

Does it denote the possibility to be combed?

Oltre la Mia Conoscenza

Against any prominent force of compression,

the full journey of your suave sense,

that tangent and endearing care,

becomes, con amore, col suo amore, the craving of my day.




I used to love to touch the wind...


At times I close my eyes,

but my mind is still open to the imagination of your embrace,

to that embrace that you create,

to the embrace of true beauty,

the embrace that my all longs for,

the embrace of your love.


No slight indication,
no suggestion...


Each day

I love your love.

RED RIBBON

A face full of shine.


The best gift does not come wrapped in a golden case,

it is not temporary, short-run satisfying,

never seeks to explain it all with words,

cannot be found fixed in a station or for one season only.


A mind full of hope.


The best gift is like a spring,
can spring ideas - can spring tears,

cannot contain itself;

the best gift never completes the conclusion,

never ceases to find a new action - it continues to step into a new stage,

it does not reveal when August end...


A heart full of peace and strength.

Mi Amor

They say that I have changed,

but deep I know, all-wide-open, I have gained.



As the river danced, their words became strange,

my wings TO FLY were not given in exchange.



They say I will get lost and soon feel strained,

but as deep can be, I know, in is, the song and light to be engaged.






As the journey advanced, their words, hinged, were out of range,

my love TO GIVE, not until my bones go home, none will estrange.

A Wave of a Newfound

I took some steps...got outside the window.

Yesterday I did not know,

but I picked the farthest home I could find.


I tried for years to whisper to you,

but tomorrow had to become today,

and distance, distant memories...all the pain was what remained.


Why did I have to step on this rock?

How many moons and times under the stars did I live?


Today - I took some steps and got outside the window.


I had not seen blue of a day,

the prints of the clouds, each of its kind.


And now, after having stepped out of the gray,

I find no crop to watch,

or time to clock,

all stupefied.


You are gone.

I have walked far away, out of a wide open window.


I no longer whisper,

My voice is now of a LOVE free.

Partita

I have ears that can wait,

and hands that know no strait.




I have dreams shaped like an eight,

and thoughts that never walk straight.



I have eyes that cannot cease to paint,

and a heart that flies with no restraint.

Walk on the Street

I want to learn how to paint the sky,

why the waves wave,

what a new beginning from an end is,

the system of nourishment of all kinds,

how touch becomes a deep desire,

how lips and fingertips share contact and motion,

when the right time for leaves to fall and grow is,

why crayfish walk backwards,

and





the ways to break paradigms through the universal language.

Yet Shall He Live

Inspired before the beginning

and

shaped by a unique identity;

lived by the most passionate and eternal stream of truth

and

encompassed by a sentence that never ends -

love that creates,
holds,
sustains,
loves

and

sets free.

Love lighted in the sky,

and finding a way -

oceanic thunders,
dance of the leaves,

and

even the longing of my soul
inspired by it.

Because Not

A trying process,

a talk to strangers,

a small catch of stars,

hide & seek nights,

a tongue licking dirt,

the hardest sunset to contemplate,

and the terminal of they,

at the eyes of the thinker looks
like a kiss to a kiss
like an embrace of an embrace.


From far away,

slowly coming too closely,

the paint of life

in a step of details

is interpreted through a kiss of an enemy,

through an embrace of a cold-blooded he.

Overlies

When I look up you say let's fly,


At dark, you express with your eyes,
and I express with mine,


When it gets cold I come to know your skies -
I find a source of inspiration at full shine.


When I look at the side you say let's try.

I'll walk around with my home,

I'll go up the stairs to connect with the room of truth,

and with the lights off I'll sing a song,

and at times Friday nights will be to remember my age.


Nobody will like the wrongs and rights so seriously.


I'll take my time.


Distance will never conquer the inside of my home's walls,

days, and I'll look to spend time alone,

nights, and I'll will desire to get home.


You'll enjoy my show.


A pool of roses or weeds, a cave of unending heat,

and I'll chase the sun and moon,

I'll go down the stairs to embrace a true friend,

and I'll will not let it go away,

my home will walk at my side, with me it will stay.

Oblongata

The day resounded in fire crimps.

The hamlet got jacketed in dark.

Void of light,

Swarthy...gloomy faces.

Blood, a stream moving in the streets of his palms,

a moving procession crowding his neck, his fingers,
his cheeks.


This guy, Mr. Varolii,

consumed in a fear not less penetrating than the melody of the piano,

far worse than the feeling of not feeling,

of air being trapped in the lungs...

Mr. Varolii got pensive,

he imagined his life 8 years from now;

he memorized every line,
all the streets of sound he would walk on.


Varolii,

his heart was burning,
more than all the houses crushing.

All the case he saw,
as he prepared to bleed more,
his mind tasted bitter,
his eyes characterized by harshness,
and his breath could not speak promises.

Was it life or life was it, is?

Just somewhere else he wanted to sit to talk.




Mr. Excubere says:

Are we getting out of here?

I am.

Are we going to agonize over agony?

I am not.

Are we going to imagine the unimaginable?

I prefer to live to die and die to live.

Go fight the arrow Mr. Varolii.


Later on Mr. Varolii found a freestone.

The arrow whispered close to his ear,
close enough that he was able to listen
to his heart's fear...

Mr. Varolii witnesed the heaven's bright sun,
the power of the melting of an iced track.

The Feather in the Pond

71 degrees.

What do you say about it?


Here is where you start counting,

and meanwhile, the waves surrounding,

and the colors calling,

they will give to your mind some resting.


Make your fingers go deep,

don't let your song fall asleep,

enjoy, while counting, all the drops steep,

but most importantly, don't forget that what is for you to say about,

is not to be said until you have learned how the sand of the sea is for you to keep.

HEREIN IS LOVE

God chose to,

God loved us,

GOD LOVES US!!!!


This is love: not that we loved God,

but that he loved us and sent his Son

as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. - 1 John 4.10

Radiate

In awe of my Creator,

while...

JESUS DIED,

I AM BORN TO LIFE ETERNAL!

Relations Respond

No corruption




in...

On behalf of my friend the ant

Waking up to see a beautiful smile,

eager to see a sunny day.


If I fall on the ground,

and get lost in the dark,

will you help me stand up
&
and find my way around?


I see the property,

and I feel awakened by the sounds,

&
sometimes I realize what frightens me,

....

RESILIENCE!

Under the soar of eagles I walk,

like the words, they stretch..reaching the sea.

And when I realize I am too small and miss,

during the time of bandits,




at the summit of the Victorian ocean,

I get lost in moments of heroes of love,

I remember the privilege of being able to love.


I lay down, and I have seen the most beautiful smile,

and I enjoyed the day,

I loved!


I am eager for another sunny day.

Social Nest

Development and growth,

art of wide open arms,

scope for unending designs,

intentions subject to passion,

extinguisher of eclipsed records...


"‘Vocation is where our greatest passion meets the world’s greatest need."

-Frederick Buechner


Words lifted up,

strings of red, black and any other color,

a deep attack to sneaky ways,

solid battle against disadvantage,

hope irradiated to build the greatest home,

love + love + love + love,

a family familiarized by the intimate wonderful.

New Kind of Ink

And to water deep

belongs my song.


A song of intense passion;

my goal,

to sing a song of new daylight.


I sing

an inspirational song,

rain forest fashion,

diverse and complex.


And to waters wide

belongs my poetical melody,

and in waters perpetual

the waves find compass and tone.

Worth a Stone Chorus

Waves echoed

Wondrously acting day and night

Winding my heart above in chanting


Waltz lifetime

Wealth of unique compositions


Whence in deep peace


Wife of love

Distinctively Colored

All I end doing,
I slow down as I try to see,
try to hear,

my hands cease from sleeping,
and people whisper to my ear,

And the air I breathe,
the minutes quickly turn into hours,

the body that holds me,
and the sound of big and tall wind...

...my trust in you!


Words unexpected,

words of a forgiving friend,

words understandable,

words of a loving Father!



You bring into view,

You enlighten my way

despite all my foibles!


my trust in you!

R3gistr@t#on C0D3

The thin line of drops
drip
.........p
..............i
....................n
...........................g,

the constant
f
a
l
l
of
thick
drops,


the statue of green umatched,
the ((((moving)))) foundation of brown deep,


the multicolor flight curtain,
the black and white arrows resembling a large squadron,


the quietness of the flutter of curving lines,
the outcry of the tribe to its deliverer,


the only love fulfilled,

the only love to live,

the only love inherited,

the only love arising,

the only love highest,

the only love loving,

the only love,



Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.

See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.

Psalms
139.
23

Rock to Write On

This, the land I defend!


Waves ponder and shape rocks,

rocks surround me.


Light shines in the life that is divine

and I am with you.


My feet, under the heaven's bright sun.


Wind contemplates and soberly floats among rocks,

rocks mingle with water.





Fire moors my spirit in your Spirit

and I live because you are.


This, a home within me,

Here I live, upon this ground!

Exstinctus Hibernatus

Never quiet, always the shivering of teeth.


We are the people of salvation...


Inside me, a melody,

the world seen from an increase

free from all the frustrations
that keep me in the big shot,

Never dark, always the presence of the right right,

a blessed meeting point,
the words of the one I love,

life seen from the counting of the days,

full of all voices singing,
and the painting of a ready for all mural.

We are the people alive in fullness....

At the Table

Uncouth,

when without a handshake,

character is "harvested"
without a cultivation process.


Rugged,

when without a farewell
the value of a distinctive nature of image (individual human being)

is definitely determined
without having the courage
to become aware of the true essential nature.



My master's voice echoes at least:

ONE, LOVE, PRAYER!


But you are a chosen people,
a royal priesthood,
a holy nation, a people belonging to God,
that you may declare the praises of him
who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.

1 Peter 2. 9

Cogent Fire & Water

Soaring above,

redeemed and free,

oh, bear me fully in your love,

no fear and distrust in me.



fare-thee-well!



in you to find my hope thereof,

be thou my guide, my plea,

nor let me ever astray from thee,

thus, in me your voice alone beloved.


my Savior!

Mellowly Insulating

At times,
in my own cry,

in the crave for you to come
to save me...


Why did I not see?
this before?




I was told that people in the city,
they like things fast.

People in the city,
they don't come to have the characteristic
of locating and holding
ripened fruit.



Dawn takes a break!

Why then inure to self-indulgence?
Why then inure to synesthetic euphoria?

The moon manages to continue in a perfect course of action!


No one else like you
to find.

Escutcheon...

My
King of arms!

2(23+27)/Love Ahead

In this beautiful life,

in the seasons that come and go,
you've called her name,


In this world,

in the light of the streets of waterfalls,
in more than two and fewer than many sullen mornings,
you've always filled her with your power.




In this journey,

you have created hope in her,
and designed new light for her to call your name,

&
In this day,

all because of your love,
she waits here for your hand to come.

Rear Breezer

The LORD knows the thoughts of man;
he knows that they are futile.


Words are few,

thoughts fewer.


Thoughts come in cold,

words colder.


Words go crazy,

thoughts crazier.


Thoughts travel far,

words farther.


Words get old,

thoughts older.


Thoughts fly high,

words higher.


Words and Thoughts,

Thoughts and Words.


When I said, "My foot is slipping,"
your love, O LORD, supported me.

You were before; You are now

Not anymore...

Open the door,

for now the point has come from hide

to another side

and in belief,

I know that no thief

can take it further more.


It is not a one time,

or a meantime,

but a lifetime.




Lay it at the shore,

and no more keep it as an item at the store;

real deep inside you, let Him guide
&
as it goes on, drop it to the wide,


Each day He'll take it inside,

and each day He'll bring it outside,

killjoy, all day now at a paradise, no grief,

a full sense of relief,

summit -o belief!

Moon Goes Down

9pm,


A blue note in the door...

Take the Paper Away

Too far, out of reach?


I'll take it,

all I need in life

in You.


((((((( Splash )))))))


In the answer to the call,

travel with me

at the stake of even the forgotten.





Too long, out of sight?


Fade them all,

color the white and black

and clothe me with a pair of sandals.


Indivisible mix of one nation!

Allantoin

Shoot the duck.

Play the flogger.

Don't sell the conception.



Tuck
the brother,
&
don't make any exception.



Boot the buck.

Fray a whole 'nother.

Don't bell the deception.

I AM REAL

365 day trial!

I receive the flechazo,

looking for a way for you to move me.


In the deep blue ocean flow,

baptize me with your love,

invade my space,

be my on-call friend,

build a relationship with me.






YOU AND I


I know that I need you!

Stuck in this moment,

realizing that your love...

...if all 6.6 billion people called your name,

you have the answer to their need.


YOUR LOVE,
unlimited,
good with no transaction cost.


And still under this light,

worrying like a fool,

looking for what I don't need,

trying to throw myself...
...whose to greet and know me?

LIKE YOU DO!


...

I'm not afraid to live,

neither to die,

in the midst
of all dazzling lights!

Patience. Snail. Patience

Years down the road.

All right!

Not this night,
perhaps at morning.

Grab the stick,
hit the mangoes,
no, no,
hit the branches,
but
GET THE MANGOES!





Cut them to pieces,
put some salt
and lots of lime.

Not today,
perhaps tomorrow.

The truth is,
an expert:
makes mistakes
ALL THE TIME!

If
"fail"
shows at the screen,
then retry,
but
don't waste
value of a talent
don't waste
ink,

try another swing,

don't delay accusing
pain,
and charging
grief.

GET THE MANGOES,

CHEW SLOW,
&
ADD MORE SALT AND LIME!

Concerto for Breath

Oh, how I wish for certain things.

Between you...

Run the waters,

walk the air,

and all the colds,
the letters,

not me, but

your love out of chaos.

Victor

It becomes

the Achilleus field.

1+1=2?

1+1=1?

1+1=0?

1+0=1?

1+0=0?

0+0=1?

0+0=0?

And the sweord
and the arwe..

I fight for the

1+0=2!

Too Close to Far

Don't turn back.

I think a calculator
would be useless
at this time.

Do.

Love.

Today.

Find the light to take the next step.


Some call me a protestant,

others, a chaser of the sun,

others, a troublemaker,

others, a revolutionist,

others, a lover of love,

others, a frozen narrow-minded,

others, a black and white portrait,

others, a crier for...

...others...

...and all the names ascend to
a call of change.

Long before identity,
oneness,
&
unity of love
reigned in fullness of life.

Heavy Root

It is a feeling of extraordinary REFLEX.

Above the colorful foliage,
here,
it is here,
here you want to stay.

Even when it gets repeated,
today it feels as if never has happened
before,
and yesterday fades,
and today again is where life is found.


It is a feeling of an eternal enlightened time.




Above the vast fields,
the art of the craftsman,
the swing of hundreds of machetes.

The sunshine, like a mother,
the darkness of the skin like an obedient child.
The sweat,
the proof of no shadows,
constantly revealing strength,
hope held high.

All the elements reasoned slowly,
triggering a
fight for fast
action

"How about...are you going to join the symphony?"
"At the overture?"

"Arise!"
"Arise again!"
Above the cities,
above dreams of one,
above tears in the open,
above the umbrella's cover,
above the obsession for racing,
"ARISE!"

I find myself alive at this moment,

I meet the heat,

nothing in my heart denies,

through the wind at least,

my deepest sigh tracks the footprints to follow,

and I hope to loose myself,

I hope to find you,

and I hope to love for love itself,

and love with no required amount,

and always to find a way through,

paying attention to the tempo of the dance of the stem,

"others have arisen before me",

"ARISE!"

Tear in the String

Full-time to Learning to Love You

Should I open my hands?

Is it right to open my eyes?


In all I am, forever laugh!


Above something that I do not understand...

I only call to you!


No attack, no worry!


You spoke,

You obeyed,

You live!


Should I?


Ever my heart and soul's

love belongs to you!

Waking with no Face

Since I don't know you,

each morning,

through the golden wind,

underneath the waves of a covered thought,

when my words rise,

you will walk away,

like I do.


I myself

run faster than the monster of the sea.

I will sing!

I will sing!

I will sing!

You will
watch
water
and guard it
day and night!

I will come,

you will walk away,

but you will stand on the mountain,

and you will make me feel alive.


You will walk away,

You will walk away.

Deep Inside

Pyramid Destroyed

FREE!

Would you believe me?


It requires such sense of fulfillment.


I would just fly
fly for all that I "need"
as long as eternal truth exists.

Have I
my eyes on the moving of mountains?

Have I
my eyes on the mountain mover?

I would just fly
fly for a coming of hearing
as long as it takes for me to obey.


Well, is it true?

FREE!

Make Everything Right

Only with a beautiful love,

the fading fades,

the boisterous burden suffers defeat,

the inferior


BELONG

&
BEHAVE

&
BELIEVE




Lips breathe!


Shake me too!


Sing with your hands!


Without a doubtful account,
a push to the kneeling space!


In that day they will say,
"Surely this is our God;
we trusted in him, and he saved us.
This is the LORD, we trusted in him;
let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation."

- Isaiah 25.9

Of the Living God

For forty days the flood kept coming on the earth,
and as the waters increased they lifted the ark high above the earth.

The waters rose and increased greatly on the earth,
and the ark floated on the surface of the water.

They rose greatly on the earth,
and all the high mountains under the entire heavens were covered.

The waters rose
and covered the mountains to a depth of more than twenty feet.

-Genesis 7. 17-20


Then God said,

"Take your son,
your only son, Isaac,
whom you love,
and go to the region of Moriah.
Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering
on one of the mountains I will tell you about."

-Genesis 22.2


So now, go.
I am sending you to Pharaoh to bring my people the Israelites out of Egypt."

But Moses said to God,

"Who am I, that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?"

And God said,

"I will be with you.

And this will be the sign to you that it is I who have sent you:

When you have brought the people out of Egypt, you will worship God on this mountain."

- Exodus 3. 10-12

Goliath stood and shouted to the ranks of Israel,

"Why do you come out and line up for battle?

Am I not a Philistine, and are you not the servants of Saul?

Choose a man and have him come down to me.

If he is able to fight and kill me, we will become your subjects;

but if I overcome him and kill him, you will become our subjects and serve us."

Then the Philistine said,

"This day I defy the ranks of Israel!

Give me a man and let us fight each other."

On hearing the Philistine's words, Saul and all the Israelites were dismayed and terrified.

-1 Samuel 17. 8-11

David said to the Philistine,

"You come against me with sword and spear and javelin,

but I come against you in the name of the LORD Almighty,

the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.

This day the LORD will hand you over to me, and I'll strike you down and cut off your head.

Today I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds of the air

and the beasts of the earth, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel.

All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear

that the LORD saves;

for the battle is the LORD's,

and he will give all of you into our hands."

-1 Samuel 17. 45-47

Belong Deeper in Love

"O LORD, God of Israel, there is no God like you in heaven or on earth—you who keep your covenant of love with your servants who continue wholeheartedly in your way.

You have kept your promise to your servant David my father;
with your mouth you have promised and with your hand you have fulfilled it—as it is today.

"But will God really dwell on earth with men?
The heavens, even the highest heavens, cannot contain you.
How much less this temple I have built!
Yet give attention to your servant's prayer and his plea for mercy,
O LORD my God.

Hear the cry and the prayer that your servant is praying in your presence.
May your eyes be open toward this temple day and night,
this place of which you said you would put your Name there.
May you hear the prayer your servant prays toward this place.



Hear the supplications of your servant
and of your people Israel when they pray toward this place.
Hear from heaven, your dwelling place;
and when you hear, forgive...

..."Now, my God,

may your eyes be open
and your ears attentive to the prayers offered in this place.

"Now arise, O LORD God,

and come to your resting place,
you and the ark of your might.
May your priests, O LORD God, be clothed with salvation,
may your saints rejoice in your goodness.

O LORD God,

do not reject your anointed one.
Remember the great love promised to David your servant."

- 2 Chronicles 6.

Eras and Centuries

Caring

Heartfelt

Selfless

Friendship


(') _ (')
( o _ o)
(.) ; (.)
(..) (..)


Trust

Honesty

Service

Integrity

Hope

Faith

Love

&
Prayer
Commitment

in
Life

Like an Echo

Words rise, the howling of a renewed assurance,

actions, light shed,

and

a name, the umbrella's bones.


What causes it?


The wind can be in anger,

the reed, for the thatcher's art,

the earth can be unstable,

inconstant feelings...

even dead bloom!


Love,

life skeleton,
the utmost,

extreme structure,

strapped,
nonlinear,

innate gift,

to receive
cultivate

and
give.


It can rain today,

tremble,

lighting cover the horizon,

I must not miss

devotion
to
the

c
o
u
n
t
i
n
g

of

the raindrops,

inborn desire to kiss.

Whistler

It was what I would look after
many times a day.

I would play with it for hours lONG

In my mind,
the warning conveyed
to my beloved dog,
the message transmitted
of wanting to spend time with it,
and
of wanting to better train it,

it would all come across by using
the one
best
signaling instrument.


Now,
for a moment,

Let's just imagine it
as a reversal process,
perhaps
one
I have chosen
to indulge myself in

and
one that brings forth
decadent pleasures.

But,
In my everyday existence,
through the learning experiences,

and into the interior
of my innermost character,
a love which is eager to grow,

the message transmitted
by the one who
brought me into existence

comes
in
and
with

generous disposition,
and
is one that signals
and reminds
and alerts
and is
love
in
itself.


I conceive
that
the

inspiration of confidence
and peace of mind
and
certainty in my heart
and peace of heart,

it leads to a quiet life,
to
a scene of no doubts or hesitations,

and
to

a love that loves
as
it
waits to love more deeply.

Astounding

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7hMS3j5qz4

My mind is too small,

the glory of God,

in all state and sense,

if even possible to capture

in words or thoughts or both,

it fills me with wonder,

and overwhelms me with amazement.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0niI3FzCOH4&feature=PlayList&p=F5D90A4AF43EB4EA&playnext=1&index=83

The bright sun,

the heavens,

the stars...

...God's love!

I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem,

coming down out of heaven from God,

prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.

And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying,

"Now the dwelling of God is with men,

and he will live with them.

They will be his people,

and God himself will be with them and be their God.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZL0cjcLBYY

I did not see a temple in the city,

because the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple.

The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it,

for the glory of God gives it light,

and the Lamb is its lamp.

The nations will walk by its light,

and the kings of the earth will bring their splendor into it.

On no day will its gates ever be shut,

for there will be no night there.

The glory and honor of the nations will be brought into it.

Nothing impure will ever enter it,

nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful,

but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.

- Revelations 21. 2,3; 22-27

Listen!

I sought the LORD, and he answered me;
he delivered me from all my fears.


Singular and plural,
enemy and enemies.

So, beware, each day.

They seek to take your life.


Change the course of action!


Do not forsake your Lord,

God,

He is the LORD ALMIGHTY.

Do not give access in your life
to foreign gods,

Do not give offerings to other gods,
or build high places
to the things of this world
and have them master your mind and heart.


Those who look to him are radiant;
their faces are never covered with shame.

- Psalm 34 (bold text)

Veil meets Wind

Is a case of love,

cased in life,

where life can be.


Even I believe,

that through the fire,

life and love exist.


I have a distant place,

a home in the way;

cessation of all failures,

a place where I can be!

Feathers in the Head

Open my eyes when I speak


Open my mouth when I see

You are my God

You gave an incomparable
second to none speech to my soul.

I am yours!

The line of your grace,
is mine to walk on, at any place.

Surely, the battle will perdure,
but in you, as your chattel, I will endure.

Lift me from my brokenness,
Father,
reign in me,
make my heart and mind your home.

I am yours!


Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.

-Psalm. 63.3

? of the Hole

Have I loved?

Everything I look at,
live for,
search within,
envision as,

from afar or very near,

comes to the same
GRAPPLE,

inside the toughest battle,

in which the same question
prolongs the effort and the need for power
to win.

Parasympathetic to sympathetic.


"TAKE ME DEEPER IN LOVE"
-Above phrase from Waterfall, by Reuben Morgan


Have I loved?


I try to engage it fully

with my every thought,

every single word spoken,

through every chance I get
to change musical scale,

in every situation that is required
to dance.


It defeats my strength I get to think,

all of my knowledge;
at times
I feel my mind is affected with a momentary paralysis.

I swing back and forth,
give all I have,

wait on the battle field,
one that according to my spying dexterity lacks ending,

and face to face,
engaged in the same grapple,

I am led to the same question:

HAVE I LOVED?

Triumphal View

Those
days
of raging winds, nonentity boredom

days
when the passion to run through the sugar cane fields would grow in great scale

days
when using the slingshot required using all my imagination

days
when jumping in muddy puddles
and crossing rivers and getting wet
would give my mind and heart free rein


days
when kissing and counting the raindrops was never inane

days
when listening to the crickety symphony
and star gazing satisfied my searching for

days
when thunderstorms and lighting assured my soul of
God above
and a God of love

In those
days
much pleasure I found
much experience was gained
much joy abounded within me
much awe of my Creator completed my wants and needs

Desafio

Quipiepen?

Reality Amazing

One purpose in it all...

...I just realized:

Yes, I truly am your son,


everything in my life will be used for you,

you will use me to bring glory to you.

Growth

You loved me

You created me

You made me cry

You opened my eyes

You sheltered me with a family

You made me walk

You put a song in my mouth

You taught me how to think

You blessed me with friends

You spoke to me in my youth

You loved me

You provided to me when I was in need

You bought my life

You saved me

You loved me as your son

You came to heal me

You listened to my prayers

You refreshed and renewed me

You showed me your ways

You put a prayer in my heart

You designed dreams within me

You gave me joy

You gave me peace of mind and heart

You gave me the gift and allowed me to love

You took me to your Word

You made me rest in you

You embraced me

You loved me

Drawings

When I survey it Lord.

The heaviness of even just
the thoughts...

...it becomes a heavy load,

one too heavy to carry it myself.


To you belongs my life,

my all is carried in your love,

each of my days you know them,

before, behind, and besides me is your presence,
within me your tabernacle.


oh, wonderful KING of my life!

I yield full control to you,
if even in my shaky faith you find it pleasing,
if even in my doubt you find it worth of all praise to you.

It surely is my ardent desire to give myself to you,
my God,
to love you first.

Glory be to God on High

To my eyes:

a moment and a glimpse,

the picture of something,

the idea of an image.




To your eyes:

Your presence through all times,

the work of your hands in everything,

the perfect knowledge of all.


...one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.

- Ephesians 4. 6

You

...made out of love

Anesthesia

As a result of void love,

perhaps a blurry grammar,

or

the refusal of an embrace to the whole sense...

...The sigh of relief,

no,

a sigh of relief.

A DEEP BREATH.

Feelin' like

wrestling with the ocean waves,

embracing the foam of the ocean shore,

diving into the blurry and unknown

DEEP BLUE.

Ascribable

Why will you breathe today?

ALERT

No stratagem involved:

Two groups:

Those who rejoice

and

Those who complain

The only detailed plan to aim to:

Live as and in the way to express God's presence.

Standing...Strong

After all,

WHAT IS DEATH?


Isaiah 40:

A voice says, "Cry out."
And I said, "What shall I cry?"
"All men are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,

because the breath

of the LORD

blows on them.
Surely the people are grass.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God stands forever."

...To whom, then, will you compare God?
What image will you compare him to?

--0--

All the stories:

I will become...

marry a beautiful woman,

raise my children,

succeed in my carpentry,

achieve, make, buy, get, go after...

--0--

As for an idol, a craftsman casts it,
and a goldsmith overlays it with gold
and fashions silver chains for it.

..."To whom will you compare me?
Or who is my equal?" says the Holy One.

Do you not know?
Have you not heard?

The LORD is the everlasting God,

the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.

He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.

Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;

but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdgPeNYIsiA&feature=related

...Strong

In those times
you need to resist the devil
and stand up
in the freedom you have in Christ.

But, but...it was an angel of God who
forced me to speak to King Ajab...

...is it God who kills the innocent,
who kills the faithful
and
those who follow the message?

Are you willing to die while standing for Christ?

In those days
you need to confront what is wrong,
ans stand up
in the freedom you have in Christ.

You will start laughing
because
the thought of death will leave you
and no longer will scare you,
you will prefer to die.

Nearly (22.8787878...)² Days

Flow Freely

At the peak of a mountain I climb,

I contemplate the series of stages
that exceed my understanding.

While trying to rest my mind,

I ponder upon the dreams that I have abandoned,
and all the episodes in life that I have let go.

Is it necessary that I adapt myself to the circumstances?

or that I give up the palms in the horizon to die
of thirst,
in the middle of the desert?

2 Chronicles 7. 11-16
When Solomon had finished the temple of the LORD and the royal palace, and had succeeded in carrying out all he had in mind
to do in the temple of the LORD and in his own palace, the LORD appeared to him at night and said: I have heard your prayer and have chosen this place for myself as a temple for sacrifices.




And though this place I call mine,

peak of a mountain shape where I stand,

it belongs to a spoken light,

belongs to a beautiful name,

it belongs to a Lord of all might.


vv. 14-16:

When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command locusts to devour the land or send a plague among my people,

if my people,
who are called by my name,
will humble themselves and pray and seek my face
and turn from their wicked ways,
then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

Now my eyes will be open and my ears attentive to the prayers offered in this place.
I have chosen and consecrated this temple
so that my Name may be there forever.
My eyes and my heart will always be there.


It is not about my personal legend,

not even about my own journal,

or my secret place.

I will continue to learn how to die,

to die of thirst when being a
writer, painter, businessman, friend, husband, dad, or
even a thinker/dreamer.