1 July 2017
I gave up in-lovement for Love,
I gave up lovers for the
Beloved;
to wed me now would be without
meaning. How could you? whoever
you are, we are already married—
now the real honeymoon begins!
I gave up in-lovement for Love,
I gave up lovers for the
Beloved;
to wed me now would be without
meaning. How could you? whoever
you are, we are already married—
now the real honeymoon begins!
It must be true that long hair begets a
special communion with God, for I can
hear voices that my ears aren’t privy
to. Samson heard the call and he
tore down the temple;
I keep being driven deeper and deeper into
these woods, where the mumblings of
sycamore and elm tell me there is no
difference between the earth and the
sky, and,
stretching out their great feathered
arms, reminding me that the sun is
just another star, lost in this daytime
illusion, yet ever searching the
heavens for its place among the
Angels.
When night closes her eyes, day is
imagined; when dawn blossoms, the moon is
gently blown out.
sometimes the world simply needs to
shut the fuck up and let the
comets have their day.
Sometimes a firefly illumines all the known
galaxies; why limit your choices? all of
this lives inside us; why go about
business-as-usual when the butterflies are
calling your name?
As long as one is breathing, one’s
choices are illimitable; and when
breath stops, the possibilities are
multiplied by the number of
stars upon the night’s mantle.
And this, my friend, is why I
drink—because the Night drinks with
me—and oh, the places we go!
Art is an attempt to create order from
chaos. Chaos always wins. But we
make art anyway.
I stand accused of believing that God
speaks to me: belief has nothing to
do with it—I’m not a big believer in
belief—must I believe the sky is
blue or that day follows night?
Secondly, I know for a fact that God
speaks to everyone—it is simply that
very few people choose to listen;
do you hear those crickets in the
night? (Good, now dive deeper.)
The Truth is resting on your
eyelashes, tickling your sensitive
parts; of course God speaks to me—
we have been Lovers since before
time was time.
Of course God speaks to me—that ,
isn’t the point:
Shhh, listen! the birds are calling, the
mountain rumbles, the stars buzz like
bees; listen:
HE IS SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!