Blue Waves

We seek assurances

When there are none

Some people tell me I’m easy to love

Some say I’ll never learn

Others are sure I will forever burn

Why is it so hard for me to love myself?

I hear a song of forgiveness and grace when I close my eyes and listen

An invitation to dance beyond self consciousness

To fall back into a deep roiling ocean of thick luscious blue love

Red crackles of light dance and pop over the surface of the whirling curling waves

You can smell sulfur in the air and you can also hear cries of murder and fear as the lightening cracks

Is there a redemption song

Can there be an end to fear?

Is freedom real

Why do we appear

To know what can be known?

To just exist

Or are we just lost in an ocean of nothing

Never to appear again

We must write our own redemption song

Or we will sink into nothingness

And we must sing this song every day and every way we can

Theories

“…the trouble about arguments is, they ain’t nothing but theories, and theories don’t prove nothing, they only give you a place to rest on, a spell, when you are tuckered out butting around and around trying to find out something there ain’t no way to find out.” —Mark Twain

God is a Rabbit

Have you seen the great rabbit

in the shining white snow

Have you seen the rabbit holes

on Cold Mountain

There is a great rabbit

who moves swiftly in the night

—smelly goat 🐐