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Puppets of routine

A morning bird call broke my rhythm.
Destroy a wall, why don’t you

Power through patterns,
Holding you back;

Anger is a useless form of being.
I like to move it, move it,

Physically fit,
We can be better, we

Can always be better, save
The Earth,

Can a man scoop fire into his lap without his clothes being burned?

You have been trapped by what you said,

Ensnared by the yours of your mouth.
Revenge and shame,

Are not cool rivers,
Are not brooks,

Are not life.
That comes with forgiveness.

A habit is not what a Nun wears.
*Photo – Peder*

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Posted by on August 6, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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My sister dropped her passport


My father left without saying goodbye,
Because I was late,
And CITIES will not wait, for
African Leaders to emerge,
Female or male,
From the UN or not,
And the son was not at home to say goodbye
-partying as usual-
And my sister lost her passport on the airport road, we
Had to go back and hunt for it,
Lions in a pack,
Sniffing the grass,
Finding freedom, or
Yellowed inoculation cards, or
Rare Visas,
And I rushed back,
I Did,
After the bar, where I was crying
For the father who’s glass ceiling meant that,
Africans cannot lead the world imagination, just
It’s institutions.
Anyway,
We said goodbye happily.
*Photos* – personal
-short evocative poetry-

 
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Posted by on August 3, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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“…and For This Reason…”

 

Add to faith, goodness;
To goodness, knowledge;
To knowledge, self-control;
To self-control, perseverance;
To perseverance, clean intention;
To this intention, brotherly-kindness, and
To brotherly-kindness, love.

No-one understands me.
No-one appreciates me.
You never listen.

You never say, “I love you.”

Yet in the cool spaces between impressing others and,
Being pleasant to God, how

Are you?
How am I? And,

Then I know,

How wonderful it is,
To ache to be pleasing to God.

-2nd Peter 1:5-7-

*Photo* – Personal

 
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Posted by on August 1, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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The Rat Only Comes When You Don’t Have A Stick To Kill It.

Damned if you do damned if you don’t,
Hell for leather,

Hammer and tongs,
Till death do us part,

Give up the ghost,
Make hay,

Make babies,
Make love,

Not war,

Dress up,
Come down,

Every dog has its place in the sun,
Rage against the dying of the light,

Strike whilst the iron is hot,
Count your chickens before they hatch,

Against the dying of the day;

There are bigger fish to fry,
A stitch in time saves nine.

Eggs in one basket,
Scrambled,
Sunny-Side Up,

Bacon,

When you rattle a snake expect a bite –
Enough.

Pierre et Seydou and
Kaka Sungura,

Bi Kidude,

An apple a day keeps the doctor away,
The early bird catches the worm;

A bird in hand is worth two in the bush
Two peas in a pod,

Let sleeping dogs lie,
Tomorrow never comes.

Diamonds are forever,

For by your words you will be acquitted,
And by you words you will be condemned.

 

 

-short evocative poetry-

For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.” – Matthew


 
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Posted by on July 23, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Standing Behind People

short poetry words move god philosophy ancestor

 

 

You are the,
Reduction,

Sweet wine, the
Product of every,

Human Being,
Behind you, and

That is all;

Behind every,
Great human, is

God,

Behind every great,
Man, a woman

A woman, a man,
A man, a man and,

A woman, a woman, you
Are the original ancestor,

You.

♦Picture – 500Px

-short evocative poetry-

 

 

 
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Posted by on June 26, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Human

short poetry, words move, human promises

Promise,

Yellow and gold and,
Crimson;

Never make a promise.
You cannot keep them.

Never say I’ll keep a secret, you
Cannot.

You’re human.

Have loving thoughts for yourself,
And for others,

Practice loving deeds for yourself,
And for others,

Lilac spider,
Purple sunrise,

Effervescent stone,

Love wherever,
Whomever,

You can.

-♦Photo – John Foot-♦

-short, evocative poetry-


 
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Posted by on June 22, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Day Ninety-Nine: Being grateful for grass when the house is falling in.

 

 

I woke up in a foul mood today.

I tried to go back to sleep, convinced that I had slept beyond my three alarm reminders and was too late to get to meditation.

It turns out that I had indeed, slept past the three alarms BUT yesterday, had set my clock twenty minutes ahead – so, there was time to get to meditation…just.

In the face of hardship, can I find ‘good’ to focus on?

If thinking positively means finding ‘good’ in the worst situations, am I able to focus on having hands should I loose my legs?

What I mean is this.

At meditation today, the person reading the ‘Murli’ was a ‘pure’ soul.

I’ve seen her before.

She sits in the back of the class with a smile on her face that looks like it’s painted on.

We have a ‘traffic’ control minute half way through the reading which is meant to remind us why we’re there – you are a soul, I am a soul, God is supreme.

We can be the embodiment of God for others, so our faces – our eyes – can project the power of God.

Smile.

Whether the car is on fire, your butt has an itch or your home is up for auction, smile.

Over the weekend, I heard in a profound way, that yes – thoughts DO change the way you see life and that, the way you see life determines the type of life that shows up me.

So I made a pact that during the hard times – the times when fear rules and thoughts like, ‘…I’m not good enough…what is going to happen now…why is it always me….how am I going to live…’ run my waking moments – that I would find something, (the grass is green, how wonderful) SOMETHING that would generate positive thinking.

It occurs to me this morning, that I must have been drunk on Optimism.

I am reminded that the days that are hard, are hard BECAUSE things happen that affect my present reality in ways that are not so easy to overlook.

When she smiled at me today, her face looked like a hideous African mask.

You know the ones.

Holes for eyes and straw for hair, gaping mouths.

I smiled.

I got home smiling.

 

“You therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge the other, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things.” Romans 2:1

 
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Posted by on May 31, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

Day ninety eight: Dear Kenneth, a letter from God.

 

 

I am so pleased without​ you.

Really, I’m laughing so hard!

You will receive everything you have asked for because you have grabbed my attention this year.

I didn’t know it was so important for you to touch me everyday – you sound so happy and sure of being together that I let you do pretty much what you want.

I realise now that you need special attention, and so now I’m here to tutor you.

Don’t think too hard about those who have gone away. they have not gone anywhere, there are with me.

Remember not to be afraid when you die, it’s not painful.

Do what you like but speak to me first.

You are not doing me any favours.

I like to hear you laughing.

If you want to help people you must tell them about me. You can do it any way you like but listen to me first.

I will be as clear as I can be from now on.

Hold onto the people around you who are loving you, but remember that you love yourself more.

Where money is concerned, be careful not to loose yourself in too much or too little.

And be careful not to loose your head.

Where I am concerned, I enjoy your company.

I can’t be where there has been no effort.

But I will not be where there is no truth.

So be honest first, and all those thing will follow.

Don’t write regiments for yourself – I don’t do that.

Have sex, have fun, explore the world my dear Kenneth, and everything in it, purity is in your intention.

There is no power in purity however. You must act.

Beyond all this know one thing. You are as special to me as everything else in this Universe.

I have my way, and every human being is known to me. I am in their lives for real, in every minute, in every minor conversation, in everything that happens to them.

I am with you not just as a force, and my force is unlimited, but as God, your friend, your father, your brother, your mother, your sister your lover.

As for Simon, I thank you for jumping in there.

I promise you that I am also with him fully.

I accept you as a couple.

You have much to learn.

And I will use you as an example.

In all things, remain as you are, grateful, and I will always be God.

Good night, and well done.

 

“They will come against you with weapons, chariots and wagons and with a throng of people; they will take up positions against you on very side with large and small helmets. I will turn you over to them for punishment, and they will punish you according to their standards.” Ezekial 23:24

This week I have been opening the bible and just picking the verse that falls in front of me, a way, I guess, of ducking my responsibilty for reading, and leaving it to God!

This one seems so murderous, so deadly.

It seems he is talking about Israel and the surrounding nations, but through the story of two prostitutes who do not remember God, and insist on prostituting themselves to their eventual persecutors – handsome young men, all.

I do not know what this means.

I think the idea that comes across is one of trading the happiness I find with God,for the pleasure of the things of this world, actually barter in a way – If the world can give me so much, how much more can you give me?

But I don’t know.

In light of what I have just heard, I think, I must not think in terms of punishment, nor in terms of false sacrifice.

I must continue to grow, and explore and enjoy the world, but do so with the express permission of God.

I must ‘see’ him first, before I act.

 
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Posted by on May 30, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Day Ninety-Seven: Watching my response to criticism

 

 

You WHAT??!!!

I was looking at the Newspaper today and glanced through the University pull outs.

We have about five National Universities, only two of which I would consider.

They were advertising for this Falls admissions, and because I’m an older person, they won’t ask for education credentials.

They will ask for money.

The fees run about KShs. 200,000/= per year, approx $3000.

That’s all. For a degree. Wow.

If there’s one thing I’d love to go back and learn, it’s how to take criticism.

 

My whole live depends on how I approach opportunity.

I approach warily, like a lion ready to fight – or like a hyena, un-trusting that the thing is dead enough to eat.

I am defensive, and stressed out. I want to succeed, but often it’s more about succeeding in having people respect me, than getting the task accomplished. Power, money and adoration.

I am fearful.

 

To stand before criticism and understand – really understand – that it helps me get better, and doesn’t mean I’m inadequate, would give me the freedom to try. To try with all my might, and to do so in full light.

 

As it is, all my successes are simple ones…personal ones. I’ve reigned in my drinking. I don’t steal. I haven’t killed. I forgive as best I can. I am generous.

I’d like to be successful in what I do…successful not just dependable.

 

I’d love to, just once, believe that I could be the one to get the top prize.

 

Then, I’d like to learn humility.

 

“Jesus returned to Galilee in the power of the Spirit, and news about him spread through the whole countryside. He taught in their synagogues, and everyone praised him.” Luke 4:14,15

cartoon – http://sketchedout.wordpress.com/2007/10/page/2/

 
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Posted by on May 29, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Day ninety-six; drama, karma and noticing a change in self

 

 

I am growing.

I THINK I am growing.

Not everyone knows how to drive. I was thinking, on my way home, that I’d like to do something for the people who work for me and I thought perhaps, driving lessons.

Difficult to explain to you that they come from villages – as do we all – and though very urbanised, they are too old to dream of driving.

I think, fifty is not too old.

Anyway, in the middle of that thought, it occurred to me that not everyone knows how to drive a car.

I wonder how many people do? Is it more than half the world? Less?

So knowing how to drive a car is an asset and an honour.

 

Karma is a big thing with the Brahma Kumars. It is the notion that we are endlessly recycled souls and what we did in the past, affects what we experience now.

Further, that we are responsible for tomorrows experiences, by what we do today.

I don’t know about that.

Jesus teaches that he came to put an end to all that, that he is the solution, the redemption from the endless repeating cycle of Sin that man is bound to commit.

Still. I feel different today because I make a conscious effort to think that I want to feel different, nintey six days ago.

 

I am tired.

It’s been a long day, and a long year already, and my bones are tired and my health is in question.

So I shall not tarry long.

 

If it’s driving lessons we need to learn how to drive, then driving lessons are available.

If it is thoughts that drive our lives, then we really should learn how to think.

 

If learning how to think will drive my life, I’m all for thinking lessons!

 

By the way, I got a little poem of mine published today. Small pleasures.
Good night and safe driving.

 

“An oracle concerning Damascus: See, Damascus will no longer be a city but will become a heap of ruins.” Isiah 17:1

♦cartoon – Clay Bennett at the Chattanooga Times

 

 
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Posted by on May 28, 2017 in Uncategorized