Heaven Bent Renewal

The seasons pass and so do we, evolving in
this mystery of life unfolding endlessly in being.
And yet, for all we think we see, we feel and
sense a living energy that lives beyond our
definition. It moves us in so many ways we
never wished to move; lifting us and often
crashing down in waves that seem to shatter
all we thought we knew as true.

The summer has surrendered here, into the
coolness autumn brings to these Midwestern
climbs. And yet I sense a joy divine, living on
in even this - surrender. And I cannot help
but wonder at the many games of win and lose
that people choose to play; when our very
nature screams out in anxiety and stress,
pleading that we stop and take the time to
just relieve the many pressures of those games.

Not in a way that makes another weak or strong
within a blind comparison; but rather in a way
that takes the tolls we seem to owe, and turns them
into something other than a debt that must be paid.
How heavily this sense of debt has laid upon our
shoulders for so long! Seeing only right and wrong,
or black and white that only turns to gray. Have
you stopped to greet the starlit hues of indigo
of late? Or watched the clouds take form and
shape, even as they gave in to the ever moving
wakes of air?

Do you know the clouds as heavenly waves
of more than oceanic tides? As they tumble
and they change so endlessly. Now and then,
a thunderous voice is heard when layers come
to meet, yet even then, the rain, so sweet, comes
pouring down to weep those tears divine. Why
then do we deny ourselves those tears of every
sorrow? And why suppress each urge of a
frustration that might turn into a new creation,
just because another thinks it best?

Have you ever turned your anger into heartfelt
actions - that flow just like the sheets of windswept
rain? Blowing and yet rarely bowling over anything.
Or taken it and turned it to another breath divine?
That simply shines itself into another form.
Just then, another fear might round the bend;
but even this, the rivers of our veins are meant
to be. A shake, a shiver, then the verity of meaning
coming into consciousness. How can even this
e'er be considered less than bliss?

Why have we made it so? When the nature of our
cells cries out for an expression of such change?
Have we not grown enough to know our instincts
are not here to kill? But hey, let's pay another bill,
for things that we have never really needed to
possess at all. I sit here, penniless and poor,
according to the latest of consensus. Yet still,
I speak these words of letting go. For all we ever
come to really know lies here - in the expression
of experience we are.

And here, the very stars of heaven lead us to
our home - still waiting there, just at the heart of
all our greatest sorrow. I refuse to play the part
of just an actor on a stage of life; for my heart
has been my home and more to me. It has reached
and it has blessed an ever growing sense of
consciousness; and this has greater meaning
than the greatest pile of gold that man has
hoarded.

And while a sense of safety and security from
cold and wet discomfort still is welcome here
within my life, I will not yet give in and let
possessions be my guide. For I have searched
the world wide and found this heart of mine
to be my home, no matter whether with another
or merely on my own.

I've grown weary of the mental battling that
serves no purpose but meandering; and more
tired still of those who choose mere lust and
call it love - when the difference in between
the loins and heart becomes extreme. Yet when
the mind begins to will itself a king or queen, this
too becomes the end of love in life. And just this
seems to be the bane and plague of all our oh
so, modern lives and times.

I speak not here of make-believe, or replacing
all the rules of our society with laziness. Rather
I speak to the need of hearts that span this world
wide; for love is what humanity must come to
mean, if ever meaning will endure at all in any
form of human life still hoping to achieve infinity.
For the seasons pass and so do we, evolving in
this mystery of life unfolding endlessly in being.

And still, for all we think we see, we feel and
sense a living energy that grows beyond our
every definition. It can move us in so many
ways we never wished to move; lifting us and
often crashing down in waves that seem to
shatter all we thought we knew as true. Yet
still, we live and breathe these feelings through
each moment of our earthly lives, wishing for
this love to enter into all we say and do; and linger,
this time in forever's heaven bent renewal...

? Michaelette ?

10/24/2001
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