Familiar Reality

I haven’t come this far to only go this far.

If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, are we really living?

-Unknown

It is a good thing, perhaps, to write for the pleasure of the public eye, but it is a far greater and nobler thing to author for their direction an authentic and substantial benefit.  The latter is the exclusive object of this commentary.  If it proves the means of restoring to healthy shape one solitary victim of humanity, of igniting once more the fire of faith and joy in his or her stonewashed eyes, of bringing back to their sedated heart, the swift and plentiful impulses of brighter days, then and only then shall I be sufficiently rewarded for my work.  Maybe my soul will permeate much in the same sacred delight that a good, god-fearing man, feels after his enactment of a good and unselfish deed.

I haven’t come this far to only go this far.  This thought races through my head more often than not as of late. I stare through a glare at half of my reflection as it merges with the beauty of a surprise “summertime” sunset.  I’d be a bit particular to speak with optimism that this is much the same view as Heaven affords its clientele.  But what do I know, these are just thoughts, fleeting and pure.  And the words that follow share the same boat.

Fleeting Purpose

What I’m trying to do here, among other things, is to layer the imagination with spirituality, poetry, humor, reality, and above all else purpose.  I have never declared this writing as being dressed in the uniformity of style that society is so tickled with.  I suppose when a reader finishes one of my posts—assumed the reader finishes the post—that maybe they fall into a state of gentle bliss and escape the faculty of their own fleeting thoughts for a moment or two.  Maybe the reader has encountered some unpredictable way of “awakening” in a sense.  It is possible that possibility alone has expanded itself along the corridor of their universe.  Or maybe it is that I like to write because it helps me to crawl out of the ditches of my own life, that I myself have dug.  But the only way I know to crawl is through the creativity of change.  

The other morning I woke up and finally understood what I always thought was to taxing to understand.  Progress.  It is the most industrious word in the English language.  There is nothing that can undermine the very definition of the word progress.  The moment one decides to take a seat and deny progress the chance at manifesting itself, one should just go ahead and accept mortality’s invitation, so to shorten your pursuit of paradise. 

Creative Change

The first step towards embracing change is to develop a progressive and creative routine that breathes betterment into your overall well-being.  These routines could range from a daily workout to creatively writing, or hell, cooking for a living.  It’s when we improve ourselves through habitual hobby that we leave little to no room for our thoughts to drift away towards all things that we assume to suffer in our life.  It’s the fact that when we find something we are passionate about, our inner mechanism of success switches on and we portray a future full of purpose, envisioned by creating hope.

The Light Of Growth

Creativity is continued growth per change.  It is the crafting of something unique that had no presence in the world before. It brings forth something out of nothing.  Nothing becomes something, which in the end, befits change.  There is also a problem with change and that is whether or not something wholly new is feasible.  In a world where old-fashioned concepts have become standard and ethical direction is ever changing, is it possible to create genuineness from the goodness of a soul? I guess it all depends on the individual.

True change should be measured as something that engages catharsis and the purification of our senses.  It also over time help us to extract our own soul, bringing it home to the heart where it has always belonged.  Creativity is a process built on change, and over time it pulls us away from our peripheral and judgmental thoughts while pushing us into the realm of perpetual spirit.  It is the liberation of the spirit from all of the external elements that suppress spiritual and even personal development. But creativity is the consistent victory over said elements.  To say the prior words with more simplicity, to immerse one’s self in creative acts of tenderness is to expel all that is toxic from ones life.

Change In Direction

As of now though, work beckons below, this view alone has my mind firing on every last cylinder.  These thoughts forever fleeting, but they are coming together in a fleet that will cleverly chart the course through the chaos of me, let alone us, them, and you, the reader. It is to be considered of course, that you the reader, made it this far?

Change means that what was before wasn’t perfect. People want things to be better. It is human nature.

The beast has been astray for a quick minute.  He’s been downstairs planning his attack against another kind of beast altogether—a beast of industrious culinary proportions. His head or hands, whichever you prefer and if they even exist? They have never been more full.   He operates in an entirely different way when given a certain task. Let us be honest here—his borderline sanity meshes well with orchestrating chaos. It’s his kind of place.  

I must go sharpen my knives, recalibrate the scales of success, all the while rallying in a new wave of troops.  It’ll be a a band of broken pieces, but when those pieces are placed together properly, the wholesome beauty of growth is a gorgeous thing, and I’m just crazy enough to water them all with my own sort of insane sensibility.  So let us go, and let us watch how the numbers grow.  Let us get to where we were going a long time ago. I’d suppose this is when the story gets good. But who I am to know what the story holds. I’m just the one telling it. But I do, I feel the target set upon my soul, with the aim being set in the direction of a dream. 

The Takeout

There are short-lived sorrowful seasons of life that to often tend to weigh us down with anxiety.  Yet the time has now come to turn the corner towards the spring of redemption.  Hope has always hung on to make a show of revival—not needing any reason to back it—only because it is in the nature of hope to revive itself when the spring in its step has finally sprung.  So go on, get out there, water yourself, create growth, create community, create hope, and then put our own damn name on it, and stamp it with love.

Home Sweet Home

I look to the Neapolitan sky, speaking silent.  I am thankful for this solid ground.  This path seems to be synching towards something splendid. You gave me this view, this crew, all for a reason didn’t You?  There are still many questions to be answered, but it is in the fullness of time that the answers we seek usually arrive bound with astonishment, as we are left scratching about our heads with a mystified air surrounding us. 

-BeLove

The Positive Side Of Pain

This bandage is something we call love and as He wraps it around our heart comes a feeling of love, like none have ever felt.

It is quite the arduous task to persevere with the constancy of a positive mindset as pain lurks in the shadows of eternity.  There are countless external elements that fuel the eternal engine of thought with damaging matter.  For the longest time I thought negative circumstance was just assumed to be a revolving door in this life and that all negative reaction but mere instinct of the mind.  But now it seems that all suffering is good for at the end of a rainy day is to be drenched in its own doubt.  I never believed that positive thought—even in the excruciations of pain—was something one could consider permanent.

Let me be the first to admit that I was wrong.  My frame of mind has recently undergone this sort of revival.  It was when I gave Him complete clearance to conduct this train I call life in whatever direction He has planned, was when the light of positivity began to shine wherever I looked.  It was in this glimmer of shimmering humility, after a winter’s rain, when shone the sun within and as the clouded past is now behind me.  The sunshine on my soul speaks with this clarity unlike anything I’ve ever felt and the words fell as follows.

Create The Day

“A jagged shadow of mountains sifts through the western sky spreading shades of day-glow orange, mixed in with the night and it’s lacking light. They do collide well enough to satisfy the backdrop of infinity.  A river with its gilded slivers runs reflecting with amethyst hints as it breaks away from below my feet, branching off towards the darkened trusses of a burnt out bridge.”

Support Your Local Sunset.

A sensation washes over me from the gut of my soul.  I am not in the depths of prayer.  There is just something about this moment He either wants me to learn from or remember. Neither of these thoughts of mine are guaranteed to be true, but it was then that I didn’t feel any pain, but relief in the belief that the beauty waiting down His path will be unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.

Keep your face to the sun and you will never see shadows.

-Hellen Keller

Something happens to a person when the imagination gets lost in a sunset.  As one gazes with depth at the grandiosity of night and day colliding, the eye of the soul starts to open.  The humbling beauty of God somehow manages to paint us with shades of humility as we come to understand how insignificant we really are.  We begin to see the world in a new light, everything takes its proper shape, and even pain begins to find its comfort zone.

On Humility

In order to contemplate the wide horizon of life, we must climb out of our self-centered ways and rise to a safer height of hope.   One begins to understand, that the center of being isn’t within us, but it is in God, this is when everything starts to fall into the right place away from the endless ditches of pain. 

Humility in its metaphysical meaning is the heroic conquest of selfhood and an ascent to the heights of spiritual soundness.  Humility means to escape from one’s superficial self-image and from the asphyxiating atmosphere of one’s own limited self into the pure air of cosmic life.  Far from being opposed to freedom, humility is an expression of freedom.  Nothing or anyone in this world can force humility upon us—we can only arrive at it ourselves, through pain and suffering, and God.

Wounded Heart

The heart, sick with wounded love and left defenseless, bleeds from the countless arrows that pierce at it throughout life’s longevity.  Only spiritual humility does well to defend us against the agonizing pain of the heart’s growth.  Once pain truly humbles one, genuine growth begins and the heart begins to heal. Humility has always been aimed away from self-love and it is the arrow that impales the wound of pride, and from that pierced arrow blooms a softer kind of holistic healing with God applying the bandage.  This bandage is something we call love and as He wraps it around our heart comes a feeling of love, like none have ever felt.

The Light Within

It’s a feeling of love, and not in the sense of self-love but this kind of love for everything, every outcome, and every circumstance that didn’t go your way.  You must let it all go and leave it to Him sitting above the top of these stars to conspire over.  It is then, that the positive side of pain is first recognized as freedom.  It is unopposed freedom, freedom from inner conflict, freedom from an enslaved mind, but most of all its freedom from all of our pain and suffering. It is the radiant freedom of His unconditional love.

Spiritual Soundness

Love is a force, a radiation of beneficent, soul-giving energy, like the love most of us have for our children.  It is the victory over all the false passions of love that provide the soul with the purest of power.  It is through Christ that this power calls to us.  The whole of moral goodness consists in acquiring this spiritual power through pain and prayer while conquering the darkness of natural life. 

Christ endeavors us to overcome the external world and not submit to its ways.  Humility is not a submission to it; on the contrary, it is a refusal to submit, and a movement along the edge of great resistance.  And yet the empowering love of Christ and spiritual morality is exceptionally simple.  Simplicity, indeed, is the humbled secret to living a life full of love, for complexity means division and weakness.  To live a simple life, where love cascades from the sky like snowflakes fallen from heaven is easy and can be accomplished.  You just have to accept the pain for the growth that it is, and be ever ready to shine for the happiness that waits with a brand new day. Now let us pray.  

Weekly Prayer

Dear God—

I understand that most of my life, at most times I move to fast for my own good—I have often felt like Asahel in the Book of Samuel.  I often go running these days, to clear my head, and there have been days that I just wanted to run away from it all, from writing, from responsibility, from the truth of who I was meant to be, or even the truth of who I am.   In the end, I have been running from the pain, and even in the pain felt in my legs, the goodness, I can feel it growing deep within me. I do, I believe in the light of You shining within me, and it is Your show now, I give You complete reign.  I am more or less the protagonist and the antagonist all rolled into the main character who writes his story while searching for his grail. 

The Takeout

Pain grows in the absence of joy, and joy cannot be grown without pain.  It is imperative to let pain grow with God, until it is time for the wound to bloom.  And this alone, is the positive side of pain.  This darkness, this coming to Jesus moment, this is faith, and from this faith sprouts joy.  And as the sun creeps back around, the path shines clear.       

Amen

BeLove