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I will sit down across from you but you will not notice me. The...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 05:47:38 -0800

I will sit down across from you but you will not notice me. The man with wool coat and cashmere scarf. The man with the wedding band in his pocket. His gaze unshakeable.

I will sit down across from you but you will not notice me. The girl with dark hair and bright eyes. The girl with headphones on. Her dark sleeves make her pale hands fragile.

Our worlds are in parallel. And we are spinning so fast.

I wrote a song in June With a guitar in tune The labor was wasted When the desire faded

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 03:30:09 -0800

I wrote a song in June
With a guitar in tune
The labor was wasted
When the desire faded

The moon is a cold light The road is drenched in it Entangled...

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 18:00:26 -0800

The moon is a cold light
The road is drenched in it
Entangled with scented oxygen
Permeating from perennials

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer...

Mon, 26 Nov 2012 14:00:30 -0800

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls
And a cellar in which the daylight falls

- Robert Frost

It is through the discipline of obedience that I get to the...

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 14:49:33 -0800

It is through the discipline of obedience that I get to the place where Abraham was and I see who God is. God will never be real to me until I come face to face with Him in Jesus Christ. Then I will know and can boldly proclaim, “In all the world, my God, there is none but Thee, there is none but Thee.”

- Oswald Chambers

Up high, the brisk winds chill Swaying families of redwoods They...

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 18:17:04 -0800

Up high, the brisk winds chill
Swaying families of redwoods
They stood like soldiers after
a war fought on foreign soil

Bone and marrow You invade into The deepest part of me Despite...

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 22:51:05 -0700

Bone and marrow
You invade into
The deepest part of me
Despite my silence

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with...

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 15:50:03 -0700

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering, and that is a fact. There is no need to appeal to universal history to prove that; only ask yourself, if you are a man and have lived at all

And yet I think man will never renounce real suffering, that is, destruction and chaos. Why, suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.

suffering is the sole origin of consciousness. Though I did lay it down at the beginning that consciousness is the greatest misfortune for man, yet I know man prizes it and would not give it up for any satisfaction.

- Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky

i boarded a plane at nine didn’t think i would be here riding...

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 15:43:00 -0700

i boarded a plane at nine
didn’t think i would be here
riding down the eighty
heading to a lake nearby

a moon full and hungry
riddled with imperfections
i recall in my head after all
how i have behaved

the rain lines up
to be born, bloom, and burst
on rocks, branches, and shoulders
they covered and consumed

after some time
i realized

It was raining While it was dark out While you were asleep You didn’t seem to mind Your...

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 11:29:36 -0700

It was raining
While it was dark out
While you were asleep
You didn’t seem to mind
Your breathing told me so
I was a clock on the wall
Under strict assignment
To watch over you

I am a gas tank with a faulty valve You are a passing...

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 10:17:50 -0700

I am a gas tank with a faulty valve
You are a passing traveler
Undomesticated by choice
And a chain smoker with
A cigarette pinched softly
In between your lips
You cup with you left hand
As you strike with your right

We have had dark nights, but the star of love has shone forth amid the blackness; we have been in...

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 09:11:05 -0700

We have had dark nights, but the star of love has shone forth amid the blackness; we have been in stern conflicts, but over our head he has held aloft the shield of our defence. We have gone through many trials, but never to our detriment, always to
but never to our detriment, always to our advantage; and the conclusion from our past experience is, that he who has been with us in six troubles, will not forsake us in the seventh. What we have known of our faithful God, proves that he will keep us to the end. Let us not, then, reason contrary to evidence. How can we ever be so ungenerous as to doubt our God? -Spurgeon

Prayer pursues God’s glory by treating Him as the inexhaustible...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 14:23:41 -0700

Prayer pursues God’s glory by treating Him as the inexhaustible reservoir of hope and help. In prayer, we admit our poverty and God’s prosperity, our bankruptcy and His bounty, our misery and His mercy.
Unless I’m badly mistaken, one of the main reasons so many of God’s children don’t have a significant life of prayer is not so much that we don’t want to, but that we don’t plan to. The natural, unplanned flow of spiritual life sinks to the lowest ebb of vitality. There is a race to be run and a fight to be fought. If you want renewal in your life of prayer, you must plan to see it.

Therefore, my simple exhortation is this: Let us take time this very day to rethink our priorities and how prayer fits in. Make some new resolve. Try some new venture with God. Set a time. Set a place. Choose a portion of Scripture to guide you.

- John Piper

Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons,...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 11:52:19 -0700

Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God’s Word.

- Charles Spurgeon

The act of prayer teaches us our unworthiness, which is a very salutary lesson for such proud beings...

Sat, 13 Oct 2012 11:42:43 -0700

The act of prayer teaches us our unworthiness, which is a very salutary lesson for such proud beings as we are. If God gave us favours without constraining us to pray for them we should never know how poor we are, but a true prayer is an inventory of wants, a catalogue of necessities, a revelation of hidden poverty. While it is an application to divine wealth, it is a confession of human emptiness. The most healthy state of a Christian is to be always empty in self and constantly depending upon the Lord for supplies;
- Charles Spurgeon

Let us be joyful now as we rehearse the song of eternal praise so soon to roll forth in full chorus...

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 10:55:00 -0700

Let us be joyful now as we rehearse the song of eternal praise so soon to roll forth in full chorus from all the blood-washed host; let us copy David’s exultings before the ark as a prelude to our ecstasies before the throne.

- Charles Spurgeon

Tell me where the blue line ends.

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 09:08:08 -0700

Tell me where the blue line ends.

Richard Diebenkorn in New Mexico

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 10:01:50 -0700

Richard Diebenkorn in New Mexico:

Images from the show at the Grey Art Gallery.

Two strangers acquainted over a span of time. Together, but apart in the common sense because there...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 23:57:24 -0700

Two strangers acquainted over a span of time. Together, but apart in the common sense because there is a separation that every man must endure. He is not whole — as if something is missing, a rib perhaps. He contemplates his insecurities often but can lose all sapien traits at the flicker of a candle flame. He can has the ability to steal, murder, and rape, but also has the capacity to sacrifice his own life for another. He is a walking contradiction, a puzzle to himself. So what is it that drives him to do what he doesn’t desire? Is he merely several ounces of soul inside a dying shell?

Two strangers met over a series of events. All had to work harmoniously with each other like fine gears in a gearbox. Now, they can’t see this — the innerworkings and architect. They begin to exchange pieces of themselves, hoping that they’d learn more about themselves, and rejuvenated by the way their bodies respond to the other. Each pair of eyes have been gifted with an uncommon prescription and hue, so no two can perceive identically. ”What do you see?”. One tries to get behind the spectacles of the other. It’s no use. They can’t see eye to eye. Perhaps both suffer from myopia. And maybe distance from each other is what they need to see things clearly.

The familiar door. The same hand inserts the key also turns the doorknob. He’s greeted by...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 18:13:49 -0700

The familiar door. The same hand inserts the key also turns the doorknob. He’s greeted by silence and the imperfect oak floors that have been tinged by the sun over the years. It is quiet now, but he is fully aware of the many shared laughters and confessions with the floors; it’s a secret relationship, or allegiance even. Neither have been perfect in doing their duty. The wooden shutters creek as they open to harvest the last half hour of sunlight. Outside, he could see the warm and neutral neighbors walking their warm and neutral colored dogs. He’s careful about turning on his sprinklers to not wet and offend passerbys. The usual exchanges of simple hellos and the timid waves. They mean a lot to him. They are a part of his habits. And the strangers strangely feel the same way about him. The digital clock on the microwave reads 7:00. Just in time for his favorite show, if he had a tv, he thought. The leather chair welcomes him with open arms. It used to cover an animal, but now it covers him. And this is all that’s left of it; immortalized. He opens his eyes to his favorite book and the words were like sunsets he had seen before—familiar but different each time. And he ate the words for dinner.