Wednesday February 17, 2016
from a YouTube comment by GB3770
I pray at the church of kindness, I can’t settle for anything less than that as my temple. I don’t believe in a God that won’t invite us all to play, that condemns for ignorance, that promotes the weak and bludgeons the strong. I don’t believe in a God that withholds, that accepts money as the only currency, that won’t forgive us for very arbitrary, yet non-negotiable acts. I bow my head at the alter of generosity. It’s the only home I ever feel safe enough to lower my shield in. It’s the only thing that moves me to a state of rejoicing. Don’t give me that hearsay scripture, that haunting, beautifully crafted by poets rule book. I worship at the church of soul music. The kind that lifts your skin off your bones just enough to make room for grace.
Friday November 21, 2014
from an e-mail
Walking down the busy cobblestone street
Strutting something fierce
Oozing confidence and poise
Leaking soul music
And a je ne sais quois
Dropping bits and pieces of perfect balance
Power and magnetism in eyes of jade
(Thanks to that scarf: a perfect colour match to those open windows leading to the soul)
Stepping to the steady beat of
Qui se ne frega?
don’t need anything but this moment