Reckless Changing Love

The faithfulness of One has my heart into change and I yearn for it to never stop.  Changing and being changed to the ready for change!  

Oh, with safety of peace abounding in me, I expand to record my story, changing even my looks as my countenance makes adjustments.  It’s like that body stretch that seems to cause every move from that point on give ease to its once stiff push to stay.  

Pardoning my mess, for I am in construction mode with constant change.  Not to dare disregard my now, for it is His Beauty in me and the tools for my tomorrows.  But I've crossed the line, the line where one goes too far and cannot come back; I have found joy in constant change. 

For I love with passion, graphed in from the depth of reconstruction and upgrade of His likeness, that I begin to love who I am with greater belief.  Not caring what words and thoughts make mention of me, only that I’m lost in this love that feels completely full and yet great expectations for future.  

My soul sings hums and notes that only my thoughts can form understanding; language from the mouth fail to share the race going on inside.  Letting go of endings, hanging on to more; I run with each change. For to look, to receive a moment in this aroma of embrace; its power cannot leave me the same.  See me run; see His Spirit dancing with me as I fearlessly know there is no edge to fall.  For there is no foot upon the ground, only air filling my space, with lift to take me to His Hidden Place, where His Love I am so aware of. 

For love makes one silly with unpredictable exchanges, shuffling everywhere, never alone.  Seldom looking another in the eye, my total gaze has been caught in the tangle of sold out devotion to only what is alive inside, my reckless love to One.  

The faithfulness of One has my heart into change and I yearn for it to never stop.

Companionship (Fellowship of Truth)

Here comes His love 

and it shakes me 

with the giggle of amazement, 

the kind that is so unannounced 

and yet you bounce with joy.  

My thoughts were running 

as if they had no belonging 

and in comes 

the crash of His Pureness.  

I want to touch this with forever; 

I want to inhale 

as I close my eyes 

to bring it in as long as I can.  

I found a place, 

a wonder of heaven 

and it has caught me up 

in its blue sky.  

It has the craziness 

that I want to give 

ownership with abandoned restrictions.  

Light seems to shine so bright 

that there is no other direction to take.  

It’s as if waves are felt 

that go through my whole being 

and I feel every curve, 

every shiver of splash.  

I take note 

of the tiniest of detail 

for it is like the satisfaction love sings.  

A melody 

of companionship (fellowship of truth) 

finds all available open sources of my soul 

and lifts high 

the importance of filling me up to capacity.  

The keys that play my heart 

begin to give this sound 

that wonders around
with the beginning of its song, 

then in comes 

the additional tones of harmony 

with beautiful hums 

and dazzling thought grabbers.  

His whole character 

that is now becoming a visual within 

this conversation 

has ignited the fire that burns from love.  

The flame 

of companionship (fellowship of truth) 

rises in excellent beauty.  

An understanding 

of everything that has breath 

takes on a new meaning.  

For each breath is combined 

to make the music of praise 

as colors are blended 

to make the decoration of His Spirit image.  

Harmony is regarded as perfect light 

with no sounds out of key.  

Companionship ties many to be One. 

Hate

Sitting within the presence of One so pure, I am taken to the truth of hate and its beauty and design for all pain while on earth. Wondering about in this troublesome emotion, I have pondered its continued push to not leave me.  Why be such a companion?  Why pierce my heart with this insistent but gracious pond of memories and acts of foolishness.  Why bother me day and night with begging pleas of attention. 

I run to another thought, thinking maybe, just maybe it will go away.  But I find it dead center in this phrase as well.  Hate is in my life.

I find the mind very confused while the heart seems in perfect peace.  I give stage to the heart as cries come from One so pure that unless I learn to hate what One hates and love what One loves, I am stranded in the breaking process of failure.  

It is difficult to look at others and find hate as a safety, but encouraged to continue, I proceed. 

Eternity speaks and now I’m seeing not just today but the tomorrow of my soul.  Hate must be addressed so it can find its destiny.  The war must be called to attention so change of the fairest delight can make entrance.  

So I dare look it in the eye.  Ugly, vaporous stink more than substance.  Its sticky blackness is smeared in unbelievable places.  Places I would not have dreamed it could take form. Walking about on me, and other non-suspicious minds all around me, with its slow crawl to invade and cover.  

How terribly embarrassed to be such a welcome vessel to house such sneaky intruders!  Screaming for the awakened hearts everywhere to see the invasion, I am shut down and thrown into a corner, guarded by words swearing I will not have leave.

But as my heart is held in this awareness, I notice the wide open world of song about me; as if I see, but the warriors of another army came to blind my enemy from seeing me.  Now bound to truth of love and hate, Beauty comes and chooses me as decor for projects I've yet to discover, while swiftly guiding me to stand as display for perfect announcements. 

Waiting; I find waiting in this amazing room my new favorite meal.  My indescribable breath-taking movie theater of adventure, I’m frozen to watch activity One is doing.  

I’m curious to wonder if I would ever want to leave and yet it appeared I was thrown in to die. 

Hate, when held to be the salvation Love is doing, separates you to Heaven from the hell you live in at times. 

Safety In Speed

Catching the Wind is impossible, 

or is it?  

Like a sailboat upon the waters, 

with its sail set high 

and moved by the power 

of this unseen 

but wonder of mystic substance; 

I climb 

and speed race often.  

Making the decision 

to be listening for its sound, 

patience to wait with want 

built extreme with desires, 

I open my sail (heart) 

for the exposure 

to be carried by its passing.  

For the adventure 

is the refuge of a weary soul, 

the abundance of trust is mine 

that I previously looked for 

in the ground which does not move.  

Questions come 

with answers packed in songs 

rather than holes left 

by swords of accusations 

from missed marks of attack. 

Now in the safety of speed, 

I am where I am going - 

not trying to get there!   

Oh Wind, 

spread your force about me 

and whisk my feet 

from ground that crumbles 

and take me 

to the safety 

of Spirit’s tornadoes.