Early Morn at Esther's
Date: Dec 11th, 2007 7:46:15 am - Subscribe
Mood: accepted


Eating artery cloggers
here at Edith's
on a life frozen day
here in Lebanon.

My mastication is
a meditation.

The morning light makes me
ever more aware ... I am ...
addicted
to surviving.

I just keep cooking.

My soul pilot-light does not ever dim;
for my soul pilot is Christ.

And still ...

this heart attack,
this habitual arrest of authenticity
for the sake of surviving.

I want, instead, to live into the Love ...
all it's peace, passion ...
to integrate, consecrate! into
authentically being me.

Thank you, Edith,
your atmosphere is fearless.
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anonymous - December 11th, 2007
Addicted to surviving... you and the human race, or we'd have vanished. Is addiction good in that case? TV show Survivor, sometimes cruel. And still... speaks at many levels... being still, or "yet" or nevertheless... "To live into Love... last stanza says everything. That indeed is wondersome. Kent


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