John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

Need some grace:
I’m out-of-place
in cyberspace.
I’ve lost the race
with too much haste.

God never leads us astray
no matter how confusing
the journey seems at times.

Parts of the path that appear
as detours or even serious errors
reveal themselves as rhymes.

These necessary places teach
lessons we could never learn elsewhere
and cost less than two dimes.

They hold the seeds of healing,
invaluable indeed, so we cannot
count them as snares or crimes.

If not today, then someday for sure
we’ll look back and see those spots
grew not lemons but sweet limes.

See? It’s Okay.

The tomb and the womb are one
and the same vessel — dark
and watery in their promises:
Holding for a time, cradling
that which journeys onward.
Sometimes cool and
sometimes boiling, new life
waits and listens, absorbs
sounds outside, in the unknown
territory — so vast and multi-
hued in imagination, endless
in possibilities.

Birth.  Where,
doesn’t matter. When, is
never soon enough it seems.

Freedom beckons to the tune
of distant chiming bells and joyous
voices heard amid tall pines,
their feet strewn with cones — each
one full to overflowing with seeds,
with love, on the path of life.
Even dry bones hold a record
and point toward a fresh womb
of mother earth.

My weird-shit ways:
Most people take a thought and try to find words.
I take a word and try to find a thought.

We all have respect for those who know things we don’t.
That’s why everyone respects the dead.
They know things we don’t.

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With my third eye I can fly.
I’m in my mind’s sky.

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And so another day begins.
Will I again be browbeaten brainless
by bean counters and bullshit artists?
Will the means for everything
become more important than the end?

Sometimes when meditating
I feel I’m where I should be.
No sensory inputs, just me.
Then I have to pee.

So here I go again:
Trying to use a net of words
to capture a thought
as to what it’s all about.

So sue me sang the soothsayer.
I gave no guarantees.

Everything and everyone
has to be somewhere
if they are.
If they aren’t
they can’t.