back from taiwan trip. pretty fun and relaxing. just too bad about my over-sight, abit sian about it. but..too bad.
been rather busy, as usual. trying to get things done. doing things that i want, hoping to be who i want to be.
lots of complains about the world in general, but over shadowed by the good thigns i have. sOo..i'll leave them out.
things happen as they happen. we..go on.
the Lord giveth..the Lord taketh away.
treasure what we have now, before we lose it. one way or another. eternity is not for mortals. i think probably no human can truely comprehand infinity and eternity. i think.
anyway..i'm pretty happy with life in gerneral. want to be more and get more, but that'll take time and a change in lifestyle. soon enough. as many tomorrows, as the Lord gives, with you.=)
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. PSA 23:5
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
from casey's..again.
life in general
it doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
i want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
it doesn’t interest me how old you are.
i want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
it doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
i want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow.
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals,
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
i want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
i want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own.
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
it doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
i want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own self.
i want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
i want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday,
and if you can source your life from our Creator’s presence.
i want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, “yes!”
it doesn’t interest me where you live or how much money you have.
i want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done for the children.
it doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
i want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
it doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
i want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
i want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
life..is not that simple anymore. but there are time, for all of us i believe, to want to be free and true, especially to ourselves.
when we can be with ourselves, truely..then we live more fully.
it doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
i want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
it doesn’t interest me how old you are.
i want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
it doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
i want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow.
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals,
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
i want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
i want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own.
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
it doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
i want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own self.
i want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
i want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday,
and if you can source your life from our Creator’s presence.
i want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, “yes!”
it doesn’t interest me where you live or how much money you have.
i want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done for the children.
it doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
i want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
it doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
i want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
i want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
life..is not that simple anymore. but there are time, for all of us i believe, to want to be free and true, especially to ourselves.
when we can be with ourselves, truely..then we live more fully.
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