As I stood here engrossed in thought, wondering. If I aspire to see God’s face. Knowing that this fixation will ensure that I remain unencumbered, by that which would serve to distract me from my freedom. That being said, why is this endeavor wraught with so much difficulty? The distractions of my journey have theContinue reading “Longing for grace”
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An epiphany of fear
The scariest thing isn’t conspiracies, monsters, principalities and the like. But, it is something far more sinister. It is those who sit, blissfully, behind walls of fortified ignorance, convinced that they have it all figured out. In all of their omnipotence, they are still too selfish to share the enlightenment with the rest of us.Continue reading “An epiphany of fear”
A closed mouth and an open mind
Clarity comes in waves, often we face it with mouths wide open and our minds sealed shut. Experiencing loss is that proverbial shake that serves to remind us that the time we have is loaned. I’ve come to a realization, albeit kicking and screaming. Knowing that I have sold myself short more times that IContinue reading “A closed mouth and an open mind”
My declaration to death
Death… You have come into my orbit more than I would like, but I feel compelled to advise you of the not-so obvious. I don’t cry because you’ve won. I don’t cower in the shadow of your perceived power. On the contrary. I cry… I stand weary and burdened because of my selfishness. I sayContinue reading “My declaration to death”
We’re not getting out – An epiphany
I’ve alluded to it before. Of my faults, shortcomings and contradictions I can say definitely that naiveté might be the most dangerous flaw of the lot. I mentioned in a previous piece about the need for us to float in the sea of our contradictions to ensure that we don’t drown beneath the depths. AContinue reading “We’re not getting out – An epiphany”
Walking away from it, to get towards it – An epiphany
Being enamored of the view from above is a double edged sword, but I can’t let the beauty of the vantage point, work in concert with fear to immobilize and prevent me from making the foray into the valley, where the treasures are stored.
Being enveloped
Often we are powered by the voices of recollection, when we are enveloped in the wisdom of such, the silence that ensues can be deafening.
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