Consistently Inconsistent, Saints

Inconsistently consistent. Who u gonna call? Maybe. I have nothing new to say. Stick to the Liturgy.

  World’s changing. Like usual. Saints, rebels, prophets, philosophers my friends, hunting for good Will. Hey, I’m not that clever. What’s normal is what usually happens.

     Sickness abyss.desperate anything. consciousness drifts so quick. In and out up and down left right inside out head heart body spirit glides to infinite finite night light to dreams forever. Formula: no formula. Broke poet knows it. Lone but not really. reality casualty. Unreality more real to me as the battle draws near.

“Rafe gradually discovered the secret of how he could be in close touch with those whom he had loved…and from there, with the whole communion of saints. “When you’re a true hermit,” he once told me, “you’re never alone.”

Bourgeault, Cynthia. Love is Stronger than Death: The Mystical Union of Two Souls (p. 49). Monkfish Book Publishing. Kindle Edition.

My heart sold callousness for decades and a deck a’ cards. Heart yard sale. Gripes against humanity. Crimes against profanity. Morality chained me to puberty. I’m looking for an analogy to set me free from sour sponges. pierce my lungs so I can breathe. Sick of friends coming through a screen tv. Homesick for the holidays. I’ve been right all along. Like trying to speak but only screams come out and no one can listen when u shout.  Where have they been? Held me in. Chain me free. But what would I write about then? Everything happens as it is meant. Predestined? Calvin? It’s more like what we need, when. What do you see?

I’m not crazy. Just don’t feel like translating (yet)

And now for something completely familiar, As to be in plain sight

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among

Things that change. But it doesn’t change.

People wonder about what you are pursuing.

You have to explain about the thread.

But it is hard for others to see.

While you hold it you can’t get lost.

Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old.

Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding. You don’t ever let go of the thread.1 – “The Way it Is” by William Stafford

And now for something completely similar. Familiar is where we cling or connect. Me too. Schism to the prism. Everybodys got a dark side. Why hide? Bring the dark to light and it subsides. Still feels strange to reside in the light for too long of a time, though… What’s the “light” anyway? Hope, joy, love, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, kindness, and self-control. Can I live that way all the time? No, so forgiveness, mercy, and grace. For these lies. These thoughts aren’t mine. Bludgeon to the heart head gave them a gap to head in and make camp. NF knows WHY. Made a career first, now he’s on The Search. I’m living in reverse. Blessing, a curse. Everything happens it should. Kairos. What’s 30 to eternity? Came to do lightwork, 144, and into the Shadow is where to go. Heal the crevasse. Trust. Consistent confidence. Confidently own lack of confidence and transcend. Pop Punk Manic Depressive Adult Kid Walking Contradiction best in Pure patient acceptance. fear and hate fade and peace takes its place…

“The ADHD world is curvilinear. Past, present, and future are never separate and distinct. Everything is now.” – Dr. William Dodson

“Clock time (chronos) is divided into minutes, hours, days, and weeks, and its compartments dominate our lives. In chronological time, what happens to us is a series of disconnected incidents and accidents that we seek to manage or subdue to feel in control of our lives. Time becomes a burden unless we convert it into God’s time. God’s time (kairos) has to do with opportunity and fullness of meaning, moments that are ripe for their intended purpose. When we see time in light of our faith in the God of history, we see that the events of this year are not just a series of happy or unhappy events but part of the shaping hands of God, who wants to mold our world and our lives…We see the events of the day as continuing occasions to change the heart. Time points beyond itself and begins to speak to us of God. God’s time is timeless. Kairos contains both past and future events in the present moment. Words like after and before, or first or last, belong to mortal life and chronology. God is all in all, the beginning and end of time, and the deeper meaning of history. To gain this wider perspective, we first look backward to see how the seemingly unrelated events of our lives have brought us to where we are now.”

– Nouwen, Henri J. M.. Discernment (pp. 84-85). HarperOne. Kindle Edition.

“You can trust a guy in a mask to tell you the truth” – Bob Dylan