Thursday, February 8, 2007
Higher Thought 1.0
Whether it be higher thought or lower thought maybe even crazy talk I will share a small bit of my thoughts on ... ontology and origin. Here is a thought I was sharing a couple of weeks ago. Where I find compassion for those who believe in an infinitely recurring universe that repeats itself over and over again. I am not actually holding to this position I just understand it a bit. Consider... God, then man... God always, man His creation only part of always... a small fragment of that which we call eternity. If man is here in this small and insignificant section of infinite what for... My thoughts lead me to two more areas. The spirits of man in Heaven once the earth and man has passed away... Either infinite amounts of time passes by and Man is forgotten and the wondrous acts of God pass away... Or memory is also infinite and the impact is just significant enough to impact the actions and significance of life as spirits living in communion and out of communion with and without God. These are the two of the possibilities which I have concluded. Pray tell any suggestions related to the paradigm I am working from.
Love 1.1
Words are very much inadequate for love, this is the reason I believe why God took actions to display His love for us. I do not believe that this is something that God was required to do. I believe it was a great action of love on His part to let us know just how close He is to us. Woe to those that summarize God as confined to the word of Love. God is Love, however we cannot say anything such as God is nothing more than a loving creator who sent His son to die for us to have fellowship with us for eternity. Nothing of the sort is true, not only are our understandings of such things limited in such an inadequate way God is a whole lot more than Love. God is more than words. Love is something more than words. These things that we experience in life that cannot be explained away or boxed up and prefabbed for mass prod. are wonderful and evidence of the grandness of even our own limitations as created beings. We however have incredible untapped resources and abilities which some come to understand and some do not. That is all for now. -DR JUMP
Monday, February 5, 2007
Love 1.0
Peace that overwhelmeth
I speak not from superficialities
My heart sees what my eyes do not
Evidence provides a soft cushion
But God knows the path ahead
Unexpected wonderstruck
Happiness consumes me
If only no constraints of time
There be some way to slow life
I'd take each day and make it a year
Yet still a moment with one who's close
Significance of words are so strong
Actions speak louder than a tone
Today I speak of great melody
I wait and wonder when
Hope not for the times of storm
Knowing they will come I stand strong
Prepare myself for the greatest winds and rain
I'll be strong for who may choose to seek shelter
Patience be mine it is my greatest prayer
As many strong have fallen aside
I will stay and remain
No man shall move this rock
This rock on which I stand and hold to
Jesus is the solid the one whom I cannot ignore
He has made Himself known to me daily
The one who is my eternal peace
I shall make myself His
In deed and duty follow Him
Not one thing shall steal me away
Praise the Father Son and Holy Spirit
Bringing peace with each day with each moment
Though my mind is simple and weak
My guidance is from above
I speak not from superficialities
My heart sees what my eyes do not
Evidence provides a soft cushion
But God knows the path ahead
Unexpected wonderstruck
Happiness consumes me
If only no constraints of time
There be some way to slow life
I'd take each day and make it a year
Yet still a moment with one who's close
Significance of words are so strong
Actions speak louder than a tone
Today I speak of great melody
I wait and wonder when
Hope not for the times of storm
Knowing they will come I stand strong
Prepare myself for the greatest winds and rain
I'll be strong for who may choose to seek shelter
Patience be mine it is my greatest prayer
As many strong have fallen aside
I will stay and remain
No man shall move this rock
This rock on which I stand and hold to
Jesus is the solid the one whom I cannot ignore
He has made Himself known to me daily
The one who is my eternal peace
I shall make myself His
In deed and duty follow Him
Not one thing shall steal me away
Praise the Father Son and Holy Spirit
Bringing peace with each day with each moment
Though my mind is simple and weak
My guidance is from above
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
L to the 1 to the lin (not Chinese) to the ess
Constant and sporadic...
Predominant and rampant are the chills...
A life a day in my shoe's without thrills...
Tears much to tragic...
Held back with cosmic force...
I face each day with hopes and fears...
I tire out my bones and gears...
I clear my mind without remorse...
But the memories return...
Like a picture from the attic...
Sitting there all static...
Once you take the dust to burn...
The pain remains for a while...
Until again the dust builds up...
These tears won't fill a cup...
There sitting back waiting for a smile...
One face so great is all it takes...
A soul of concordance is around the bend...
Just true love to transcend...
A world of beauty grander than a thousand lakes...
Predominant and rampant are the chills...
A life a day in my shoe's without thrills...
Tears much to tragic...
Held back with cosmic force...
I face each day with hopes and fears...
I tire out my bones and gears...
I clear my mind without remorse...
But the memories return...
Like a picture from the attic...
Sitting there all static...
Once you take the dust to burn...
The pain remains for a while...
Until again the dust builds up...
These tears won't fill a cup...
There sitting back waiting for a smile...
One face so great is all it takes...
A soul of concordance is around the bend...
Just true love to transcend...
A world of beauty grander than a thousand lakes...
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Onward henceforth...
In an English accent
And their thoughts came tumbling upon them, little did they know that today was the day of their reckoning either that or just renaissance. It was a great and blue day and a little less cold than they both desired and for the time of the season, but it was a cheerful day. Unfortunately the cheerful weather which under normal circumstances these days would bring a smile to one's face these young minds were not so obliged to follow the patterns of natural life. Thoughts had come to them in a fashion of doom, which of course is not a fashion at all and this is what caused them such a worrisome state. If only we knew what to do with our future they thought to themselves. If only we had the answers and the assuredness that each day would be taken care of, and peril was not such a thing to be on our minds. They thought of the words they had heard by their parents on a regular basis, "not even the lilies in the field need worry about whether they will be watered or taken care of." This always brought such peace to them and their thoughts it was silly though and they had let go of such foolish thought. There was absolutely no way that things were just so easy that they need not worry about tomorrow. There were obligations in life, bills, work, and even a social life that they must be attentive to, and let's not forget they thought we needn't forget ourselves. No in life things are not so simple as we sit back and think on our lives. Then one wonders, who is it in life that is happiest is it the man that sits back and never worries and misses some bills is dirty on occasion and never goes out on the town, or is it the one who organizes every facet and caveat of their life paying great and ardent care to what they will do each day who they will see and what they will say. These are mysteries which may not ever be unfolded, but we think on them on occasion. Who are they you may be asking they are one mind, body and soul. They are the one's who make up the nefesh chaya. Living thing. Do not bother yourself with understanding specifically what is taking place here. This is a tool a sandbox, and breeding ground even for the spark of creativity. Where inspiration is led by desperation. Combinations aren't always so beautiful and ideal. In a life where there is great mystery and confusion our worries creep around us like a vicious plague or rabid dog. Hope happens to always be present whether we see it or not. Onward we, I press on to the next day where new life and hope surround me blue skies or gray one's it won't change what is permanent. The things which I forget just as many before me have forgotten are not gone only ready and waiting. Waiting for remembrance, for something more, for what they deserve, for just a piece of what they have given us. I'm there I see those things, I'm on the road to repayment, I'm just thankful that my job has already been completed.
And their thoughts came tumbling upon them, little did they know that today was the day of their reckoning either that or just renaissance. It was a great and blue day and a little less cold than they both desired and for the time of the season, but it was a cheerful day. Unfortunately the cheerful weather which under normal circumstances these days would bring a smile to one's face these young minds were not so obliged to follow the patterns of natural life. Thoughts had come to them in a fashion of doom, which of course is not a fashion at all and this is what caused them such a worrisome state. If only we knew what to do with our future they thought to themselves. If only we had the answers and the assuredness that each day would be taken care of, and peril was not such a thing to be on our minds. They thought of the words they had heard by their parents on a regular basis, "not even the lilies in the field need worry about whether they will be watered or taken care of." This always brought such peace to them and their thoughts it was silly though and they had let go of such foolish thought. There was absolutely no way that things were just so easy that they need not worry about tomorrow. There were obligations in life, bills, work, and even a social life that they must be attentive to, and let's not forget they thought we needn't forget ourselves. No in life things are not so simple as we sit back and think on our lives. Then one wonders, who is it in life that is happiest is it the man that sits back and never worries and misses some bills is dirty on occasion and never goes out on the town, or is it the one who organizes every facet and caveat of their life paying great and ardent care to what they will do each day who they will see and what they will say. These are mysteries which may not ever be unfolded, but we think on them on occasion. Who are they you may be asking they are one mind, body and soul. They are the one's who make up the nefesh chaya. Living thing. Do not bother yourself with understanding specifically what is taking place here. This is a tool a sandbox, and breeding ground even for the spark of creativity. Where inspiration is led by desperation. Combinations aren't always so beautiful and ideal. In a life where there is great mystery and confusion our worries creep around us like a vicious plague or rabid dog. Hope happens to always be present whether we see it or not. Onward we, I press on to the next day where new life and hope surround me blue skies or gray one's it won't change what is permanent. The things which I forget just as many before me have forgotten are not gone only ready and waiting. Waiting for remembrance, for something more, for what they deserve, for just a piece of what they have given us. I'm there I see those things, I'm on the road to repayment, I'm just thankful that my job has already been completed.
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