Wednesday, November 25, 2009
The World's Most Evil Experiment
The billion-dollar experiment near Geneva set out to find out God's secret ways so then to play God has been plagued by problems ever since it started last year. Yet people won't learn. This month a bird caused a chain reaction knocking out part of the atom smasher with a piece of bread. Answer: God is alive and He is everywhere. Warning: stop wanting to play God!
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Economia Cuvantului
Biblia ne invata sa spunem numai Da si Nu, fiindca tot ce este intre ele de la diavol este.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Din emisiunile lui Oreste Teodorescu a caror tematica mi-a placut, am retinut si citez:
"1. Frica este o jignire adusa lui Dumnezeu.
2. Cand te rogi, considera ca deja ai primit.
3. Sa nu ucizi decat numai ce poti manca, si nu mai mult decat poti manca.
4. Cel mare trebuie sa devina cel mic. Saul ("Cel mare") devine Paul ("Cel mic"), sau Sfantul Pavel cunoscut de noi.
5. Daca dai, esti liber.
6. Timpul fiecaruia este diferit. Geniile, de exemplu, traiesc pe o alta frecventa (vibratie), de aceea sunt oameni neintelesi si inadaptabili.
7. Frigul este lipsa caldurii. Intunericul este lipsa luminii. Prin aceeasi analogie, orice este rau este lipsit de Dumnezeu.
8. Spovedania adevarata este o marturisire completa, sincera, eliberatoare.
9. Nu avem nici prieteni, nici dusmani, ci doar invatatori.
10. Plantele si animalele nu gandesc; ele iubesc. Noi comunicam cu ele prin iubire.
11. Taranii lumii sunt buni, pentru ca ei muncesc pamantul.
12. Da iubire, pentru ca iti place sa primesti iubire.
13. Daca vom cauta Imparatia lui Dumnezeu, le vom avea pe toate celelalte.
14. Trebuie sa suferim, sa ajutam, sa fim ca Dumnezeu pe cat putem.
15. Prin mancare, luam lumina si iubire din plante. Band apa pamantului nostru, il cunoastem si il iubim.
16. Iubire inseamna a-l accepta pe cel de langa tine fara a incerca sa-l schimbi. El este, ca si tine, creatia lui Dumnezeu.
17. Daca urasti/judeci/refuzi/injuri/nedreptatesti pe cineva, Il urasti/judeci/refuzi/injuri/nedreptatesti pe Dumnezeu, care se afla in el.
18. A te impaca cu tine insuti inseamna a te impaca cu tot Universul.
19. In 2004, Arhanghelul Gavril a dat al doilea semnal de trezire.
20. Bogat este cel care imparte.
21. Daca stii ce este bine si nu le explici si altora, atunci nu faci ce trebuie.
22. Rugaciunea este cea mai puternica unealta.
23. Tot ce a spus Iisus este adevarat.
24. Obligatia noastra este sa ne rugam pentru cei care fac rau, nu sa-i judecam.
25. Sarcina fiecaruia este de a-si constientiza misiunea si de a o indeplini.
26. Raiul inseamna cele 9 ceruri.
27. Daca dai, lui Dumnezeu Ii dai si daca primesti, de la Dumnezeu primesti.
28. Pe orice lucru atingi, sa lasi energie pozitiva.
29. Trebuie sa uiti de tine daca vrei sa-L vezi pe Dumnezeu.
O floare Il iubea din tot sufletul pe Dumnezeu. Se gandea la El mereu, El era ratiunea ei de a fi. Asa ca atunci cand L-a vazut pe Dumnezeu, floarea a uitat cine este ea. Dumnezeu a intrebat-o:
- Care este numele tau?
- Nu stiu, Doamne, pentru ca am uitat cine sunt, a raspuns ea.
Atunci Dumnezeu i-a spus:
- De acum incolo, te vei numi "Nu-ma-uita".
30. De la un taran batran:
Cata iarba trebuie sa creasca pe un camp pana cand, din mijlocul ei, sa rasara o floare? Si cand oamenii trec pe acolo, nu rup niciodata iarba, ci floarea.
31. Sacrificiul suprem al Mantuitorului nostru: Iisus Si-a dat viata ca sa faca viata.
32. Botezul cu apa (= curatenie): Recunoasterea si primirea lui Iisus Hristos
Botezul cu foc (= iubire): Iubirea fata de Iisus Hristos
33. Urmatorul nostru botez va fi cel cu foc."
2. Cand te rogi, considera ca deja ai primit.
3. Sa nu ucizi decat numai ce poti manca, si nu mai mult decat poti manca.
4. Cel mare trebuie sa devina cel mic. Saul ("Cel mare") devine Paul ("Cel mic"), sau Sfantul Pavel cunoscut de noi.
5. Daca dai, esti liber.
6. Timpul fiecaruia este diferit. Geniile, de exemplu, traiesc pe o alta frecventa (vibratie), de aceea sunt oameni neintelesi si inadaptabili.
7. Frigul este lipsa caldurii. Intunericul este lipsa luminii. Prin aceeasi analogie, orice este rau este lipsit de Dumnezeu.
8. Spovedania adevarata este o marturisire completa, sincera, eliberatoare.
9. Nu avem nici prieteni, nici dusmani, ci doar invatatori.
10. Plantele si animalele nu gandesc; ele iubesc. Noi comunicam cu ele prin iubire.
11. Taranii lumii sunt buni, pentru ca ei muncesc pamantul.
12. Da iubire, pentru ca iti place sa primesti iubire.
13. Daca vom cauta Imparatia lui Dumnezeu, le vom avea pe toate celelalte.
14. Trebuie sa suferim, sa ajutam, sa fim ca Dumnezeu pe cat putem.
15. Prin mancare, luam lumina si iubire din plante. Band apa pamantului nostru, il cunoastem si il iubim.
16. Iubire inseamna a-l accepta pe cel de langa tine fara a incerca sa-l schimbi. El este, ca si tine, creatia lui Dumnezeu.
17. Daca urasti/judeci/refuzi/injuri/nedreptatesti pe cineva, Il urasti/judeci/refuzi/injuri/nedreptatesti pe Dumnezeu, care se afla in el.
18. A te impaca cu tine insuti inseamna a te impaca cu tot Universul.
19. In 2004, Arhanghelul Gavril a dat al doilea semnal de trezire.
20. Bogat este cel care imparte.
21. Daca stii ce este bine si nu le explici si altora, atunci nu faci ce trebuie.
22. Rugaciunea este cea mai puternica unealta.
23. Tot ce a spus Iisus este adevarat.
24. Obligatia noastra este sa ne rugam pentru cei care fac rau, nu sa-i judecam.
25. Sarcina fiecaruia este de a-si constientiza misiunea si de a o indeplini.
26. Raiul inseamna cele 9 ceruri.
27. Daca dai, lui Dumnezeu Ii dai si daca primesti, de la Dumnezeu primesti.
28. Pe orice lucru atingi, sa lasi energie pozitiva.
29. Trebuie sa uiti de tine daca vrei sa-L vezi pe Dumnezeu.
O floare Il iubea din tot sufletul pe Dumnezeu. Se gandea la El mereu, El era ratiunea ei de a fi. Asa ca atunci cand L-a vazut pe Dumnezeu, floarea a uitat cine este ea. Dumnezeu a intrebat-o:
- Care este numele tau?
- Nu stiu, Doamne, pentru ca am uitat cine sunt, a raspuns ea.
Atunci Dumnezeu i-a spus:
- De acum incolo, te vei numi "Nu-ma-uita".
30. De la un taran batran:
Cata iarba trebuie sa creasca pe un camp pana cand, din mijlocul ei, sa rasara o floare? Si cand oamenii trec pe acolo, nu rup niciodata iarba, ci floarea.
31. Sacrificiul suprem al Mantuitorului nostru: Iisus Si-a dat viata ca sa faca viata.
32. Botezul cu apa (= curatenie): Recunoasterea si primirea lui Iisus Hristos
Botezul cu foc (= iubire): Iubirea fata de Iisus Hristos
33. Urmatorul nostru botez va fi cel cu foc."
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Rugaciune impotriva ispitei
Inapoia mea, Satano!
Exista Iad si chinuri vesnice. Ma tem si vreau sa nu mai pacatuiesc, vreau sa ascult de Dumnezeu si sa ma las de toate pacatele. Vreau sa slujesc Dumnezeului meu, Stapanului meu ceresc!
Despre Iad citeste aici.
Exista Iad si chinuri vesnice. Ma tem si vreau sa nu mai pacatuiesc, vreau sa ascult de Dumnezeu si sa ma las de toate pacatele. Vreau sa slujesc Dumnezeului meu, Stapanului meu ceresc!
Despre Iad citeste aici.
Ganduri de fiecare zi
"L-am rugat pe Dumnezeu
sa-mi dea putere,
dar El m-a facut slab
ca eu sa invat simplitatea si smerenia.
L-am rugat sa ma ajute
sa fac fapte mari,
dar El m-a micsorat
ca eu sa fac fapte bune.
L-am rugat sa-mi dea bogatia
ca eu sa fiu fericit,
dar El m-a facut sarac
ca eu sa devin intelept.
L-am rugat sa-mi dea toate lucrurile
ca eu sa pot gusta viata,
dar El mi-a dat viata
ca sa pot gusta toate lucrurile.
Nu am primit nimic
din tot ce am cerut,
dar am primit tot
ce a fost bun pentru mine.
Impotriva vointei mele
Au fost ascultate rugamintile mele,
sunt printre oameni
un om binecuvantat."
Am gasit de curand aceste cuvinte, scrise pe o hartie veche. Nu le cunosc autorul, insa le-am gustat dulceata binefacatoare. Multumesc aceluia care le-a simtit si ni le-a dat.
sa-mi dea putere,
dar El m-a facut slab
ca eu sa invat simplitatea si smerenia.
L-am rugat sa ma ajute
sa fac fapte mari,
dar El m-a micsorat
ca eu sa fac fapte bune.
L-am rugat sa-mi dea bogatia
ca eu sa fiu fericit,
dar El m-a facut sarac
ca eu sa devin intelept.
L-am rugat sa-mi dea toate lucrurile
ca eu sa pot gusta viata,
dar El mi-a dat viata
ca sa pot gusta toate lucrurile.
Nu am primit nimic
din tot ce am cerut,
dar am primit tot
ce a fost bun pentru mine.
Impotriva vointei mele
Au fost ascultate rugamintile mele,
sunt printre oameni
un om binecuvantat."
Am gasit de curand aceste cuvinte, scrise pe o hartie veche. Nu le cunosc autorul, insa le-am gustat dulceata binefacatoare. Multumesc aceluia care le-a simtit si ni le-a dat.
Rugaciunea Parintelui Gherontie de la Manastirea Caraiman
" Doamne, intoarce la bunatate si la rugaciune pe toti vrajmasii mei!"
Aceasta rugaciune trebuie rostita de 30 de ori pe zi timp de 40 de zile si data si altora.
Recomand blog-urile: "Chipul nemuritor al lui Dumnezeu" si Fii fericit, e intaia indatorire!
Aceasta rugaciune trebuie rostita de 30 de ori pe zi timp de 40 de zile si data si altora.
Recomand blog-urile: "Chipul nemuritor al lui Dumnezeu" si Fii fericit, e intaia indatorire!
Dragostea si bunurile ei
1. De aş grăi în limbile oamenilor şi ale îngerilor, iar dragoste nu am, făcutu-m-am aramă sunătoare şi chimval răsunător.
2. Şi de aş avea darul proorociei şi tainele toate le-aş cunoaşte şi orice ştiinţă, şi de aş avea atâta credinţă încât să mut şi munţii, iar dragoste nu am, nimic nu sunt.
3. Şi de aş împărţi toată avuţia mea şi de aş da trupul meu ca să fie ars, iar dragoste nu am, nimic nu-mi foloseşte.
4. Dragostea îndelung rabdă; dragostea este binevoitoare, dragostea nu pizmuieşte, nu se laudă, nu se trufeşte.
5. Dragostea nu se poartă cu necuviinţă, nu caută ale sale, nu se aprinde de mânie, nu gândeşte răul.
6. Nu se bucură de nedreptate, ci se bucură de adevăr.
7. Toate le suferă, toate le crede, toate le nădăjduieşte, toate le rabdă.
8. Dragostea nu cade niciodată. Cât despre proorocii - se vor desfiinţa; darul limbilor va înceta; ştiinţa se va sfârşi;
9. Pentru că în parte cunoaştem şi în parte proorocim.
10. Dar când va veni ceea ce e desăvârşit, atunci ceea ce este în parte se va desfiinţa.
11. Când eram copil, vorbeam ca un copil, simţeam ca un copil; judecam ca un copil; dar când m-am făcut bărbat, am lepădat cele ale copilului.
12. Căci vedem acum ca prin oglindă, în ghicitură, iar atunci, faţă către faţă; acum cunosc în parte, dar atunci voi cunoaşte pe deplin, precum am fost cunoscut şi eu.
13. Şi acum rămân acestea trei: credinţa, nădejdea şi dragostea. Iar mai mare dintre acestea este dragostea.
Epistola întâia către Corinteni a Sfântului Apostol Pavel, Capitolul 13
2. Şi de aş avea darul proorociei şi tainele toate le-aş cunoaşte şi orice ştiinţă, şi de aş avea atâta credinţă încât să mut şi munţii, iar dragoste nu am, nimic nu sunt.
3. Şi de aş împărţi toată avuţia mea şi de aş da trupul meu ca să fie ars, iar dragoste nu am, nimic nu-mi foloseşte.
4. Dragostea îndelung rabdă; dragostea este binevoitoare, dragostea nu pizmuieşte, nu se laudă, nu se trufeşte.
5. Dragostea nu se poartă cu necuviinţă, nu caută ale sale, nu se aprinde de mânie, nu gândeşte răul.
6. Nu se bucură de nedreptate, ci se bucură de adevăr.
7. Toate le suferă, toate le crede, toate le nădăjduieşte, toate le rabdă.
8. Dragostea nu cade niciodată. Cât despre proorocii - se vor desfiinţa; darul limbilor va înceta; ştiinţa se va sfârşi;
9. Pentru că în parte cunoaştem şi în parte proorocim.
10. Dar când va veni ceea ce e desăvârşit, atunci ceea ce este în parte se va desfiinţa.
11. Când eram copil, vorbeam ca un copil, simţeam ca un copil; judecam ca un copil; dar când m-am făcut bărbat, am lepădat cele ale copilului.
12. Căci vedem acum ca prin oglindă, în ghicitură, iar atunci, faţă către faţă; acum cunosc în parte, dar atunci voi cunoaşte pe deplin, precum am fost cunoscut şi eu.
13. Şi acum rămân acestea trei: credinţa, nădejdea şi dragostea. Iar mai mare dintre acestea este dragostea.
Epistola întâia către Corinteni a Sfântului Apostol Pavel, Capitolul 13
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
dog and man
Day One caught me walking by
this two-story townhouse with redwood shutters
paint shrivelled badly on its old grey walls
a yellow street dog barked for a meal
front door opened
from behind beige drapes hanging loose at the entrance
an old man in pyjamas answered the call
Day Two - was walking by
the two-story townhouse with redwood shutters
the morning light caressing its old walls
front door opened
a light coffee flavor reached me on the sidewalk
the yellow street dog was thankful for its meal
Day Seven and I was walking by
this two-story townhouse with dark shaded windows
rain beating rhythmically against its old shrivelled walls
a yellow street dog posted outside the door
saw the Ambulance go
and stayed there waiting
Another blessed day found me walking by
a beautiful two-story townhouse with redwood shutters
light dancing on its old greyish walls
front door opened
from behind beige drapes hanging loose at the entrance
came the laughter of a man
saved by a dog
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
A Brother's Gone Home
My humble homage to the deeply inspirational music and poetry of brother Michael Joseph Jackson cannot be expressed but through his own words. Here is some of what he told us:
“What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son…
The heavens are falling down
I can't even breathe
What about children dying
Can't you hear them cry
Where did we go wrong
Someone tell me why”
“What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son…
The heavens are falling down
I can't even breathe
What about children dying
Can't you hear them cry
Where did we go wrong
Someone tell me why”
"If you want to know why
There’s a love that
Cannot lie
Love is strong
It only cares for
Joyful giving
In this bliss
We stop existing and
Start living
Heal the world
Make it a better place
And the dream we were
Conceived in
Will reveal a joyful face
And the world we
Once believed in
Will shine again in grace
It’s plain to see
This world is heavenly
Be God’s glow”
Heal the World
“Hold me
Like the river Jordan
And I will then say to thee
You are my friend
Carry me
Like you are my brother
Love me like a mother
Will you be there?”
Will You Be There?
“As I turned up the collar on
Will You Be There?
“As I turned up the collar on
A favorite winter coat
I see the kids in the street
With not enough to eat
Who am I to be blind
Pretending not to see their needs?
I've been a victim of
A selfish kinda love
It's time that I realize
There are some with no home
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that change”
“In my trials
In my tribulations
Through my fear
And my confessions
In my anguish and my pain
Through my joy and my sorrow
In the promise of another tomorrow
I’ll never let you part
For you’re always in my heart.”
I feel you are all
My brothers”
May God’s love be upon you always, brother Michael!
May God’s love be upon you always, brother Michael!
Friday, June 26, 2009
growing pains
for CR
a tall wise man once said to me,
‘I’ll help you grow spiritually’
the moon was high
he raised his eyes
to greet her
a tall wise man once said to me,
‘I’ll help you grow spiritually’
the moon was high
he raised his eyes
to greet her
Praise only God and love, I said
for fear that he would go mad
when facing all that yellow light
but he was gone
he later came back down to me
into a song
a symphony
into the promise of a book
he didn’t keep
and now I see him kneeling here
to value friendship and revere
the fact that I did cry in front of
empty words
so who’s the teacher
who is wise
who covers the whole truth in lies
may be that he has never got
the time
he says he has four lives right now
and he forgets to live somehow
but all I wish he understood
was time
Praise only God and love, I said
for fear that he might go mad
but he is gone
from "out in the open", 2009
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Baraka
USA, documentary, 1992 - directed by Ron Fricke
Are we really that different from each other?
You can watch this documentary here (10 parts):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtiqrzmuWbw
Help spread love.
Are we really that different from each other?
You can watch this documentary here (10 parts):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtiqrzmuWbw
Help spread love.
"Pelerinul rus", o carte care iti schimba viata
Traducere din limba rusă de Arhimandrit PAULIN LECCA
Text integral:
http://prieteniisfmunteathos.wordpress.com/2007/12/28/pelerinul-rus/
Text integral:
http://prieteniisfmunteathos.wordpress.com/2007/12/28/pelerinul-rus/
Intelepciune si iubire!
Ostrov (Russia, 2006) - film
The story of an unusual Eastern Orthodox monk
You can watch this movie here (12 parts, Romanian subtitling):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdXqcdqvZ_4
May God bless you.
You can watch this movie here (12 parts, Romanian subtitling):http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdXqcdqvZ_4
May God bless you.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Lord, I am amazed how much You love me
"You dance over me
While I am unaware
You sing all around
But I never hear the sound
Lord I’m amazed by You
While I am unaware
You sing all around
But I never hear the sound
Lord I’m amazed by You
Lord I’m amazed by You
Lord I’m amazed by You
How You love me
How wide
How deep
How great
Is Your love for me"
Lord I’m amazed by You
How You love me
How wide
How deep
How great
Is Your love for me"
What have I done to deserve all that You are giving me, my Lord?
Hosanna to the son of David
Valea Plopului rade si plange
Parintele Nicolae Tanase imparte darurile vietii si daruri de viata
"Si totusi nu asa a inceput totul ci din nou, o minune a avut loc, de data aceasta in viata parintelui. Era o zi de iarna si a gasit pe pragul casei 5 micuti, toti in varsta de 3 pana la 5 zile. Nu stia ce sa faca cu ei, asa ca a plecat prin sat cu copiii intr-o patura. Oamenii curiosi il intrebau ce are in brate, iar dansul le spunea ca are copii si daca vor pot sa ia si ei unul. Asa ca pana seara reusise sa ii dea pe toti unor familii cu suflet bun. Si astazi din cei 220 peste 150 se afla la familiile din sat, ce i-au luat in grija ca pe copiii lor.
Ne intrebam cum se descurca parintele, de unde are bani pentru a-i creste pe toti acesti copii. Se pare ca nu de la stat, asa cum credeam, ci de la oameni care au vazut nevoile acestor copii, care vin de departe pentru a-i ajuta financiar si a le fi aproape. Asa se face ca au reusit sa construiasca 3 case, ca 60 de copii sunt deja impreuna. Insa lipsurile sunt mari: este nevoie de o centrala, alte doua case nu au geamuri si sunt absolut goale, doicile trebuie platite, copiii au nevoie de hrana, medicamente, imbracaminte, rechizite si multe altele. Orice lucru este binevenit in micuta gospodarie, orice gest este rasplatit cu o rugaciune de multumire. As vrea sa puteti vedea cata nevoie este acolo de ajutorul nostru, cum fiecare lucru pe care l-am face ar insemna enorm pentru acesti copii."
(Sursa: http://www.valeaplopului.com/home.html)
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
guys & gals
for dmx
from this friendship I’ve learned that
these things count
in no particular order
you could want to know 10 times more
about someone you’ve never seen
than about someone you’ve seen 10 times
gals are pretty & stupid
you send them a love song
and they fall for it
gals are vertical
they rise up, dust themselves off
and play music again
you can invite someone into your life
through the front door
come dare take my hand
I’m giving it out for free
been through a lot so far
so that you could comfortably lean on me
judging can only be done in pairs
male & female
and under Godly supervision
if x loves y and y loves z
x should love z by compassion
people can be alike
and in alikeness they can alienate themselves from the truth
questions answered with another question
prompt reader’s block
there are those who do not seek the love in truth
for fear it would make them too happy
movies can be seen together
telepathically
there are ways to show a bright day
by popping a positive song
into the dusty stereo of a cab
drivers are there to take people to destinations
sometimes they take them to places in their heads
other times to places in their hearts
and it makes them cry
pinned to the sidewalk
blindness is when we get to complain
of too much sunshine
those who rely on books, music, and movies
for nourishment
should be served in small portions
at times negativity grows uncontrollably like ivy
on the walls of one’s soul
making it shadowy and cold
trust is when he lets you hear a song of his
that he’s not really happy with
but once you’ve heard it
it sounds better
there are dialogues that hit the page
and words that nest in the unsaid
the latter never make it into the ears
but crawl under the skin and itch
when the topics river runs dry
one or both rush out and live a little
and they feed off those moments
for days
then there are the spaces and the nights
for thinking
if they should think a little
or a lot
from this friendship I’ve learned that
these things count
in no particular order
you could want to know 10 times more
about someone you’ve never seen
than about someone you’ve seen 10 times
gals are pretty & stupid
you send them a love song
and they fall for it
gals are vertical
they rise up, dust themselves off
and play music again
you can invite someone into your life
through the front door
come dare take my hand
I’m giving it out for free
been through a lot so far
so that you could comfortably lean on me
judging can only be done in pairs
male & female
and under Godly supervision
if x loves y and y loves z
x should love z by compassion
people can be alike
and in alikeness they can alienate themselves from the truth
questions answered with another question
prompt reader’s block
there are those who do not seek the love in truth
for fear it would make them too happy
movies can be seen together
telepathically
there are ways to show a bright day
by popping a positive song
into the dusty stereo of a cab
drivers are there to take people to destinations
sometimes they take them to places in their heads
other times to places in their hearts
and it makes them cry
pinned to the sidewalk
blindness is when we get to complain
of too much sunshine
those who rely on books, music, and movies
for nourishment
should be served in small portions
at times negativity grows uncontrollably like ivy
on the walls of one’s soul
making it shadowy and cold
trust is when he lets you hear a song of his
that he’s not really happy with
but once you’ve heard it
it sounds better
there are dialogues that hit the page
and words that nest in the unsaid
the latter never make it into the ears
but crawl under the skin and itch
when the topics river runs dry
one or both rush out and live a little
and they feed off those moments
for days
then there are the spaces and the nights
for thinking
if they should think a little
or a lot
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
of journeys
for Chris McCandlesseven the starvin’ bear won’t eat me now
says the lil’ joker inside
I am poisonous
the higher up I get in my head
dear Ron
the more I try to crank my heart up
but it won’t start
that darn machine
abandoned in the same mud grave with
good old Datsun
burnt up all the dialogues & monologues
interpersonal relations never matter
hey Rainey life’s good in the arms of a woman
but I’m one that looks for buses
one for the road
kissing gals on the forehead: goodbye
liberty without a heart
Alaska with no food maps
rotting like the flesh of a moose
squirmy with maggots
murder happens everywhere
one can never be free of murder
bought me the privilege of dying
alone under the sparkling sun
face bathing in the deepest blue
the eyes have ever seen
in this world my life of to do lists
threw me out of the house of doing
wilderness’s never tamed my heart enough
to let live
had to kill
and had to kill again
more than I could eat
haven’t eaten any
go out there find yourself
says the voice
take all the necessary notes
at the end of it all
sharing is what matters
yep, journeys are construed
as simply as that
Friday, April 17, 2009
“It’s Friday, but Sunday’s Coming”
Oh Lord My God, Who chose for me to be, walk, talk and feel, let my words be righteous to Your ears and my trodding be steady on Your path. Let my life be worthy of Your breath and my touch have the softness of the lilies. Teach me The Love, My Master, teach me to love, for Your Almighty Son is on the cross. And He is crying…
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Ever wondered what happens when a parrot dies?
They were two of a kind. Built alike. The only difference was that she had a white spot on her tail. I don’t know if they were “together”, but they kept each other good company. When it was time for him to leave, he started making these agonizing noises that drew her close. Too close she was, and he was left with no room to die. So he pulled himself in a corner and waited there until his little body started its last fight. It wasn’t long, the fight. He gave in quickly, as he knew he had to be somewhere else. A big convulsion (he had a big soul), a quiet dance of colored feathers and poof!, he was gone.
She stared at him for minutes, wondering if pain is something that grows inside and never leaves, or it is just a late-afternoon visitor that will soon go away. She thought and she thought (because she always thought a lot), and then she looked up and saw the sky. Blue and deep, watching her with the eyes of the eternal lover. He was going home. Instead of mourning, she decided to be silent for a while. Let the pain inside turn all colors, like a contusion, until its final visible phase. She reached inside and wished him well, as she felt his soul enjoying the journey. After all, he did keep her good company.
She stared at him for minutes, wondering if pain is something that grows inside and never leaves, or it is just a late-afternoon visitor that will soon go away. She thought and she thought (because she always thought a lot), and then she looked up and saw the sky. Blue and deep, watching her with the eyes of the eternal lover. He was going home. Instead of mourning, she decided to be silent for a while. Let the pain inside turn all colors, like a contusion, until its final visible phase. She reached inside and wished him well, as she felt his soul enjoying the journey. After all, he did keep her good company.
Friday, April 10, 2009
should I say or should I go?
now that I’ve silenced my mouth
and put my heart into play
I’ve become someone with something to say
and put my heart into play
I’ve become someone with something to say
Friday, March 27, 2009
On Giving and Taking
... or Look Who's Begging Now
I live in a country where there are still a few people begging for food in the street. ‘I’m lucky that way’, says the selfish me, ‘because through them I get to mend some of my past and future mistakes’.
One time I found myself standing in front of a poor man, whose eyes were silently asking for my mercy. I was trying to decide in my head what I should do. Could the situation be reversed? Yes. Is it just a matter of chance that things are the way they are now? Yes.
And I thought: What if next time I ask God for something, He’ll just say ‘Nuh, I’ll pass this one by. I don’t have time for this. She should manage on her own.’
What if I didn't manage on my own? What if it were a matter of life and death and I depended on God’s help just as maybe this hungry person is depending on mine? What would I do then?
O, I have to give. I have to remember to give. And if I let one chance go by, be sure to grab the next one with both hands. One never knows, the privilege of giving might just go away one day. How will I cleanse my soul then?
Better start now, so that when my money is not needed anymore, hopefully my soul will be clean enough to help with wisdom. Thankfully, wisdom seekers will always be around. Thankfully, there’ll always be a way to earn one’s living.
Blind singer. Is he taking or is he giving?
I live in a country where there are still a few people begging for food in the street. ‘I’m lucky that way’, says the selfish me, ‘because through them I get to mend some of my past and future mistakes’.
One time I found myself standing in front of a poor man, whose eyes were silently asking for my mercy. I was trying to decide in my head what I should do. Could the situation be reversed? Yes. Is it just a matter of chance that things are the way they are now? Yes.
And I thought: What if next time I ask God for something, He’ll just say ‘Nuh, I’ll pass this one by. I don’t have time for this. She should manage on her own.’
What if I didn't manage on my own? What if it were a matter of life and death and I depended on God’s help just as maybe this hungry person is depending on mine? What would I do then?
O, I have to give. I have to remember to give. And if I let one chance go by, be sure to grab the next one with both hands. One never knows, the privilege of giving might just go away one day. How will I cleanse my soul then?
Better start now, so that when my money is not needed anymore, hopefully my soul will be clean enough to help with wisdom. Thankfully, wisdom seekers will always be around. Thankfully, there’ll always be a way to earn one’s living.
Blind singer. Is he taking or is he giving?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
How Happy?
A very good friend of mine asked me the other day:
'How happy would you like to be?'
To which I answered:
'I'd like to be happy enough not to need anything and to give everything. Then I'll know I'll receive enough to fuel my giving.'
'How happy would you like to be?'
To which I answered:
'I'd like to be happy enough not to need anything and to give everything. Then I'll know I'll receive enough to fuel my giving.'
But then I caught a glimpse of this instance of pure happiness, and I realized
THIS IS HAPPY
THIS IS HAPPY
THIS IS HAPPY
THIS IS HAPPY
THIS IS HAPPY
THIS IS HAPPY
THIS IS HAPPY
So help us God!
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Ba’rech Yisra'el, ba'rech Yerushalayim
Bless Israel, bless JerusalemGenesis 12
1.Now the LORD had said unto Abram, Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, unto a land that I will show thee:
2.And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing:
3.And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse them that curse thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.
Genèse 12
12.1 L'Éternel dit à Abram: Va-t-en de ton pays, de ta patrie, et de la maison de ton père, dans le pays que je te montrerai.
12.2 Je ferai de toi une grande nation, et je te bénirai; je rendrai ton nom grand, et tu seras une source de bénédiction.
12.3 Je bénirai ceux qui te béniront, et je maudirai ceux qui te maudiront; et toutes les familles de la terre seront bénies en toi.
Facerea
Capitolul 12
1. După aceea a zis Domnul către Avram: "Ieşi din pământul tău, din neamul tău şi din casa tatălui tău şi vino în pământul pe care ţi-l voi arăta Eu.
2. Şi Eu voi ridica din tine un popor mare, te voi binecuvânta, voi mări numele tău şi vei fi izvor de binecuvântare.
3. Binecuvânta-voi pe cei ce te vor binecuvânta, iar pe cei ce te vor blestema îi voi blestema; şi se vor binecuvânta întru tine toate neamurile pământului".
http://www.ronlewisministries.com/israel.html
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
pole pole*
man with a crying child in his lap
empathically meets the hollow eye sockets of the mother
who stole your sight, he asks
that embryo you’re holding, she hollers
and makes the woods tremble
steadily marching in flashy parades
values & anti-values join golden hands
electro-shocking the audience
i’m fixing to fix you all
comes a smothered promise
behind polymer clay walls
armies of little men struggle to grab big books
with the grip of wooden hands
let us forget the figures
ye merry gentlemen gathered here
for all we need are letters – Aleph
Addis Ababa
coats and ties now hanging loose
on fleshless frames
frantic hoorays of faceless appraisers
material force must be overthrown by material force
but theory also becomes a material force
as soon as it has gripped the masses
put me down
slowly
says the baby
raise me up
haw-haw somehow love alters
your sense of humor
empathically meets the hollow eye sockets of the mother
who stole your sight, he asks
that embryo you’re holding, she hollers
and makes the woods tremble
steadily marching in flashy parades
values & anti-values join golden hands
electro-shocking the audience
i’m fixing to fix you all
comes a smothered promise
behind polymer clay walls
armies of little men struggle to grab big books
with the grip of wooden hands
let us forget the figures
ye merry gentlemen gathered here
for all we need are letters – Aleph
Addis Ababa
coats and ties now hanging loose
on fleshless frames
frantic hoorays of faceless appraisers
material force must be overthrown by material force
but theory also becomes a material force
as soon as it has gripped the masses
put me down
slowly
says the baby
raise me up
haw-haw somehow love alters
your sense of humor
*Swahili for "slowly"
excerpt from "Intro", 2008
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
estranged melody
when he playsmusic notes gather on top of tiny hills
above his nose
then slowly slide
amused
down the valley of his chin
onto his supple violin
when he inhales
he fills his nostrils up with clouds
and lets them cry inside his lungs
until his breath comes out a garland of sweet light
through his panpipe
his fingers touch the brown guitar
he tickles, pinches, gets close but still a bit too far
way up into his weary head. his worried heart
wails loud and tears old worlds apart
in all that unity he's preaching
there is no real right or wrong
mere words for a hard-headed woman
from a tough gong who belongs to his song
excerpt from "Intro", 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
cutting through
His back against His heavy, wooden cross
beautiful strands hanging, soaking wet
He’s cold. Bruised flesh, nails piercing through His soul
He thinks of me, and then He gasps for air.
I’ve done some wrong, but now He set me free.
I've watched Him die a million times like this
His crowned head tilted downwards to His land
mouth whispering a final plea for high forgiveness
for me. He battled everything
and now He battles thirst
I saw Him through this time and time again
yet every time my smallest doubt or sin
sends spears of excruciating pain
to His ribs, to His spine. For every stray
thought of mine
another thorn is cutting deep into His skin
not giving up, the old world’s caving in
parental tears kiss His open wounds
His shoulders, tired arms and bleeding palms
He never thinks of that. He thinks of me
rejoicing that the blind one gets to see
rain dripping from His chin. The taste of life
the way it’s always been
grey weeping skies are pouring down
rivers of rain. The Fish in pain.
Great wonder of deafening thunder
alas, my very eagerness to break His heart
to kill His love so He could love me anew
no matter how bad I do
at the closing of the year
I always get a fresh start
beautiful strands hanging, soaking wet
He’s cold. Bruised flesh, nails piercing through His soul
He thinks of me, and then He gasps for air.
I’ve done some wrong, but now He set me free.
I've watched Him die a million times like this
His crowned head tilted downwards to His land
mouth whispering a final plea for high forgiveness
for me. He battled everything
and now He battles thirst
I saw Him through this time and time again
yet every time my smallest doubt or sin
sends spears of excruciating pain
to His ribs, to His spine. For every stray
thought of mine
another thorn is cutting deep into His skin
not giving up, the old world’s caving in
parental tears kiss His open wounds
His shoulders, tired arms and bleeding palms
He never thinks of that. He thinks of me
rejoicing that the blind one gets to see
rain dripping from His chin. The taste of life
the way it’s always been
grey weeping skies are pouring down
rivers of rain. The Fish in pain.
Great wonder of deafening thunder
alas, my very eagerness to break His heart
to kill His love so He could love me anew
no matter how bad I do
at the closing of the year
I always get a fresh start
God is opening His heart. Again.
excerpt from "Intro", 2008
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