from here above
watching myself
the soil, the sun, the rain –
nourishing
the seed –
sprouting, growing, producing,
nourishing.
what else there is, a giant building beside this garden, nothing more.
letting go together, growing together, beautiful we could be together, yet this damned building keeps getting taller.
it is said that strong roots, sturdy branches, steady re-solve, can crush stones.
the marching of the ents.
in this numbness i feel your silence
pressed into the corner where the cement meets the cage;
in this moment of temporary blindness
i see through your eyes the pain of your rape.
what is it that keep us apart?
what is it that makes our hearts so different?
nothing at all . at all . at all .
we are one, it’s we that are fooled
thinking we are where we are for something of our own.
you want what i have, and i want all that’s yours,
both of us are left without,
what’s done is done . is done . is done .
twisted fate, just-less gift,
what we call it, it’s all the same
you’re a devil, i an angel
when we dance together
it’s all the same.
she is a beauty whose sadness draws me;
a single tear floods my soul,
opening up ninety-nine worlds;
a chaste garden giving birth to Life.
It is unexpected where we find enlightenment and even more unexpected how this enlightenment appears when it is found. It is the simplest of things to acquire; yet the most brave and adventurous soul rarely encounters it. Enlightenment is a leaping forth through open fields in a secure prison, and a quiet mourning Christmas day. It is in letting go and holding on, something won with sweat and gained in silence. It walks without moving, talks without speaking, and sleeps with eyes wide open.
When one is free “like this”, there are no laws, no lines, no difference; all questions have the same answer; God is everywhere all in all.
it means …
eden’s trees are getting thin;
the snake poisons the heal as it is crushed,
the herbs are sweet and wine runs bitter,
the samaritan walks past,
the labourers are paid for their hours,
the vineyard is trampled,
there are no wedding garments to be had,
the baskets are empty,
the son is in prison,
the christ is drowning,
the dead are rising from the sea.
There is a boy on the streets that is also a girl.
He grew up with a father that preferred his sister over him, where he was abused and eventually ran away. He was in a home for street boys for some time and there his homosexuality began to surface. The suggestion was made that he go to a different home where this would be better accepted as his conduct was bothering the others who participated in this program. This was an offense and again he made his way to the streets. He left home young. Now he is 17 and has lived a life that is hardly a life. He dresses up as he feels, like a young woman, and to survive he does what so many young girls on the streets do – he sells his body.
He tells us how he has been beaten, stabbed and horribly insulted for who he is. The weight on this young mans shoulders is incredible and bearing it in a country so full of discrimination makes it even worse. What is sad, though, is how little help he has. He tells us of the one time he can recall feeling loved and cared for. It was with a psychologist at the boys home mentioned. We have been able to contact this psychologist who is excited to come out with us some time and sit down with our young friend.
What is wrong with people? This is a question I am sure many have asked about this boy that is also a girl. I am not asking the question about him, though. I am asking the question about the people who are asking the same about him, about those who have abused him, about his father, about those who want to help kids in need but pass over this boy for their own discrimination.
The greatest thing about God, as was so evident in the life of Christ, is that what is considered is the inside – not the outside. Discrimination that leads to injustice is evil, it is a sin, it is ugly. It is not only found in the police that treat the street kids like waste, or the clients who abuse our young friend for dressing as he feels, it is found in every heart that sees one as better than another, one more worthy of another.
What is the difference
Between the rich and the poor?
Between the addict and the pastor?
Between the sinner and the saint?
Between the Christian and the Buddhist?
Between a boy and a girl?
You.