Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Be silent

Be silent. 
So that the voices may speak of
how riled they are. The small ones clambers away from its pipsqueak identity.  
Adages from the older tribes; they speak of bygone
Wars.  Allegiance and Betrayal with plastered paint of colors rage
will fight till the ends of the world. 
It never ends. 
Beneath it all the carpet woven from drudgery and smokescreen. 
Smittened yogi sits and watches;
the play unfolds. 
There will be no silence. 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Vdei silent retreat starts tomorrow and I'm a little afraid. I've done so much wrong over the year that I might have become too comfortable with it. "Men become accustomed to poison in degrees" says Victor Hugo (to me). I am afraid how God will rip my mind and heart apart tomorrow, and how I will be flooded with guilt and shame for what I have done and not done; for sleeping again, for all the negativity, for the sloth, for the selfishness, for the pride. I am also afraid I will be stubborn and how I may only respond to His love to a certain extent. I am afraid I will be too functional; I am afraid how I may submit to compartmentalism again. I am afraid that I will be angry with God and fall onto the ground at His feet in defeat and submission. I am afraid tomorrow will be a waste of time.

It has been pouring these days at certain hours of the day and it will continue to be like that for the next few days. I like the rain and the thunder. I love the electricity in the air when storm is near. I love the pitter patter. But I also love the sun. The blue purple orange pink yellow red sky and all its subtle blends. And that is perhaps the problem with me-- I court darkness and light at the same time, in myself and in others.

I am afraid I will have to choose between the two.



Morpheus: This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

-Matrix