One recent discovery I made about myself.

April 10, 2009

Is that I love myself.
But I don’t love myself.
I believe in love.
I believe in faith.
I believe a narrow truth should not make people narrow-minded.

And too often it does.
People take advantage of grace.

I love grace.
I love love.

Love.

I want to be known in town as a poet.
I only want to be famous to be known as a poet.

Still, the most blessed people take advantage of grace.

I am an idealist.
A realist.
And an optimist.
All at the same time.
I move to beats.
I want to have a groovy sound-maker as my spouse.
I have belief in Yeshua.
Still, I have so many unanswered questions.

It turns into a math equation.
Which is more powerful?
The unbelief or the belief?
It is obvious what is better to cling to.
But people resist living in faith because of fear.
Fear of taking steps of faith.
Fear of the unknown.
The invisible.
And that is why people take out their palette.
Their guitar.
Their clay.
To become in touch with things they cannot touch.

That is why I love ideas.
That is why I love love.
Because I can’t see it.
And at the same time, it keeps me moving.

It is like blood.
Moving through like a river.
Every second I am alive.
And I can’t see it.
But it keeps me alive.
It is underappreciated.
But it is alive, and in it I put my trust.

So, thanks for the invisible.
Thanks for the unseen.
And thanks for fear.
Because it draws me to you.