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

Bonded to my other half
out there and in here, yes —
blissed-out all day and night

Ah! To be seen, heard,
validated in feelings,
made to exclaim:
It’s true! I’m not crazy!
Yes, my way of perceiving
my treatment is just fine
after all.
Others, they have their own
reasons for remembering
as they do: They have
their image to uphold
at least to themselves.
Me, I’m not fooled anymore.

“The voice of the LORD makes the oak trees writhe
and strips the forests bare.”
(Psalm 29:8)

Ravish me, O LORD!
Make me bow before Your voice —
and sing Your praises.
Amen! AUM… AUM… AUM…

To merge or to murder;
to do both at once.
It’s true love and true
hate — a union
of opposites realized
in grace. Holding
the tension builds space
for workings of fate.
Spirit, O Spirit,
breathe upon my face!
Open the gate
to moonlit rivers
converging at their
own pace — at once.

Dammit, she said,
Never get too excited
or too joyful —
or have too much fun–
with any human
relationship. Including
those that exist
in fantasy realms.
They’re mere set-ups
for severe pain.
Inevitable.
Crucifixion.

Yes, I agreed,
but without death
there’s no resurrection.
Ah, life

Wandering through this dark
forest together, hearing
and sensing each other
in this place with no clear
paths. Hot one moment,
cold the next — I sense
you but cannot see you;
wish you’d hold my hand.
But you can’t pull me
along ’cause your path
ain’t exactly my path.
Yet I’m sure you’ll warn
of any real danger.
I believe we’ll both
reach the manger.

Catharsis:
pain of death and birth.
Here’s new life!

What is psychoanalysis?
Is it weird?*
Oh yes —
it’s definitely weird!
If you’re not insane
when you begin, you could very well
be insane in the end.
Either cured or insane.
And there’s no way
to predict
what the outcome might be.
Are you strong enough to face
the unconscious?
Strong and yet humble.
Be the Humble Warrior.
Weird is indeed good.

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*Based on the YouTube video:  “What is Psychoanalysis?  Is it Weird?”

Happy baby bird
shoved out of the nest
falls flat on her face;
stunned and confused
but not dead — No,
more alive than ever.
She walks on sturdy legs
through tall blades of grass
like a magnificent forest,
eyeing her destination
ahead in the east:
a world where she flies,
trusts her own strength
and partakes of a feast.