I have been told the only way we exist is through what we say about ourselves and what others say about us.
So please note...
I am a dreamer
a lover, a teacher, a hero
I am a peacemaker
a child, a fighter, a sister
I am a learner
a student, a daughter, a neighbor
I am a friend
a cousin, a grand-daughter, a thinker
I am an inspiration
an actor, a server, a romantic
I am a woman
a stranger, a face, a mystery
I am an angel
a watcher, an observer, a participant
I am a leader
a teammate, a worker, a pon
I am a princess
a hippy, a jock, a dancer
I am an artist
a driver, a writer, a director
I am a human
a runner, an athlete, a psycho
I am a comedian
a stone, a listener, a saint
I am a liar but a joker
and so I exist.
Monday, January 21, 2008
The Recipe of Forgiveness
To look beyond the deed and into the eyes of the beholder.
To recognize the hurt as pain of impossibility.
To stand again, looking face to face.
To learn longer breaths.
To release tension.
I stand before you. Fully aware of your capabilities of harm. I am a survivor of your war. I have learned to hate and I have learned to love.
I have to learned to hate love;
yet to crave every aspect of it.
Every touch and every taste. Every memory that soaks into my soul.
The recipe of forgiveness that those who eat, beg for more. Forgiveness that is cooked time and time again; for those to swallow and race to intake the last piece.
Once again I am here. My oven roasting from fire I have burnt inside. Fire which falls of tears could never put out. Fire that I can only turn off with the completed masterpiece of forgiveness.
How difficult it is to gather the ingredients. The pain and damage; the recognition of love and the denial of hate. The fear to hope that the recipe will no longer be needed with continuous practice to know through memory. The strength to stand. The motivation to begin again. The memory never forgotten; only easier to recall.
Do not second guess the ingredient of love; for no taste can be considered perfection without the most important ingredient of love.
I sigh. I inhale the smell of the recipe. Intake a long, smooth breath of air. I pause and slowly release the bitter hatred; the tension and the pain.
Finally I am cured.
The recipe applies to you and to me, as it must be tasted to reach perfection. And perfection is only to strive for, becoming closer and closer each time your favourite recipe enters the oven to cook.
Bring me to my feet.
Open my eyes. Breathe.
I sleep in peace.
Finally.
The recipe of forgiveness is forever fulfilling.
written: Monday, august 14, 2006; but always applicable.
To recognize the hurt as pain of impossibility.
To stand again, looking face to face.
To learn longer breaths.
To release tension.
I stand before you. Fully aware of your capabilities of harm. I am a survivor of your war. I have learned to hate and I have learned to love.
I have to learned to hate love;
yet to crave every aspect of it.
Every touch and every taste. Every memory that soaks into my soul.
The recipe of forgiveness that those who eat, beg for more. Forgiveness that is cooked time and time again; for those to swallow and race to intake the last piece.
Once again I am here. My oven roasting from fire I have burnt inside. Fire which falls of tears could never put out. Fire that I can only turn off with the completed masterpiece of forgiveness.
How difficult it is to gather the ingredients. The pain and damage; the recognition of love and the denial of hate. The fear to hope that the recipe will no longer be needed with continuous practice to know through memory. The strength to stand. The motivation to begin again. The memory never forgotten; only easier to recall.
Do not second guess the ingredient of love; for no taste can be considered perfection without the most important ingredient of love.
I sigh. I inhale the smell of the recipe. Intake a long, smooth breath of air. I pause and slowly release the bitter hatred; the tension and the pain.
Finally I am cured.
The recipe applies to you and to me, as it must be tasted to reach perfection. And perfection is only to strive for, becoming closer and closer each time your favourite recipe enters the oven to cook.
Bring me to my feet.
Open my eyes. Breathe.
I sleep in peace.
Finally.
The recipe of forgiveness is forever fulfilling.
written: Monday, august 14, 2006; but always applicable.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
On Nimbin
I went to Nimbin for a day
Took my troubles far away
Felt my body heat right up
Was a volcano to erupt
Let the sun soak on in
Let us take a ride
Up and Up, round and round
For the first time I'm alive
Just Fred and I
Climbing higher than high
Together in this land
Crazy thoughts we'll understand
I have followed the light
I'm at the gates of rights
Jesus here with me
In heaven to be free
yesterday nimbin, november 26-2007
Took my troubles far away
Felt my body heat right up
Was a volcano to erupt
Let the sun soak on in
Let us take a ride
Up and Up, round and round
For the first time I'm alive
Just Fred and I
Climbing higher than high
Together in this land
Crazy thoughts we'll understand
I have followed the light
I'm at the gates of rights
Jesus here with me
In heaven to be free
yesterday nimbin, november 26-2007
Ring of Dreams
Pass on the dream
From me onto you
I needed it to look at
But now I know it's true
To dream, to strive, to conquer
The world's at our hands
Look to your ring, remember
You can travel many lands
It's there as a symbol
Until you put it down
You'll realise you don't need it
Reality of your dreams is 'round
From me onto you
I needed it to look at
But now I know it's true
To dream, to strive, to conquer
The world's at our hands
Look to your ring, remember
You can travel many lands
It's there as a symbol
Until you put it down
You'll realise you don't need it
Reality of your dreams is 'round
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