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| Feelings Ousted A heart colored In the dye of unrequited Love subdued. A mind sundered By the cliff of confused Thoughts dinted. Joy my heart hinted Fear in my mind glistened How to be mediated? To God my heart listened. |
| The common man always knows everything first: it takes the professional to say it so the common man knows he was right all along. |
| I think of religion in a Hindu tense: Is Catholicism a religion? Nati Nati. Because it is not whole. Is a seik a religious being? Tat Tvan asi. For he is of the religious disposition. The thought of religion is in itself Broken apart Into those modes of thought that are not Truly religion. An ethnic belief applied universally. I mistrust those religions for all people, Becuase it is through our individual religious Thought That makes us one in the Mere idea That religion exists. |
| Ok, so I like my religious studies class a little too much. ;) |
| It seems to be the trend that religious leaders retreat into nature for revelation and the initial power to begin their mission. What if someone would retreat to people for that revelation and power? |
| It's always fun to step into the past with the feet of the present so you can watch how you will walk with them into the future. |
| Keep Thee with me 'Fore I flee Away from that I see Paining me 'bout humanity. Run, I want to do Into my own world, too. But hold me tight So flee I might Not. If you are the creation, The emotion of people, In people I must be. |
| For these many years we've tried to free the homeless and hungry form their pain. Yet to no avail, it never ends. It goes on because it must in this world, in order for service to exist so that in comparison has a calling and pain; its face. For just in case hunger would cease. A full stomach fed would have no yin, No opposing comparison. Hunger exists forevermore So we can exist in a house of thought Behind humanity's door. Inside these walls of black and white Lives every opposing sight. So as red is green, A dark room has light So our minds can see, And feel comfort after fright. our mind created, To strive for right. But if wrong were gone, What might be left? |
| The frustration I was trying to get over while on a service trip in New York, cuz while I love Haiti, I can't stand New York. |
| Maya is the comparison We must see to believe, Feel to conceive, Bear in order to receive. It's the yin of the yang So if sadness, happiness can be sang, But behind these emotions, Raw and gray, In a mass of existance We feel compelled to portray. |
| This compelling is not Of our own accord, But that of God, Behind the curtain, Die, and pull the chord. What a show to be seen: A silent march With motionless art You see nothing -- That's the something part. |