I said, “You are gods,
And all of you children of the Most High."
Psalms 82:6

Pure potential.  I cannot forget that I am.  Just that.  To say "I am" is enough, for it is all I can say and blessedly so.  My body is but a vessel and I am a gatherer.  You have said, "Open your mouth wide and I will fill it."  To You, I offer complete surrender.  Wild abandonment at Your command.  I wish to be all I am and ever will be. 

and so it goes.........

"You were born with wings"

Though I have not been one to quickly state one of the most obvious of all, the truth is, I know not who I am.  What I want.  Where I am going.  What I do know is that I have an infinite number of possibilities before me and I am moving.

“Oh soul,

you worry too much.

You have seen your own strength.

You have seen your own beauty.

You have seen your golden wings.

Of anything less,

why do you worry?

You are in truth

the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

What is it I fear so much that I can hardly touch a pen to paper anymore.  What is it in me that begs me to stop before I begin.  WHen I want to do a million things at once--my head buzzing and bursting with thought--I am immobilized by some force I cannot yet pin down.  It is surely not the I but my mind which binds me and provides the puzzle game and rules of which I have little knowledge.  There is this wellspring within me that is coming forth again.  There is a threshold through which I cannot merely pass.  I must break through, blossom and not shudder.  It is to say we know nothing of ourselves if we are frightened by our own soul.  I shall not fear.  Not my mind.  Not my strength.  Nor all the beauty I contain.

“You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?”

And I do not wish to be a snake.

and so it goes.........

oh the words of when

i thank You God for most this amazing

day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

the joy I feel is unmatched and I feel I pour forth an abundance of praise as I lift my face to the skies throw back my head and laugh at the absurdity of it all why must we feel as though each moment is the last when we will one day soon have an eternity in the sun periods I cannot stand and neither commas nor apostrophes will interrupt this spill of the pure unexplained bliss I cannot contain hide or smother I missed this writing and the stream of my words on a screen and the madness of my mind mirrored in these words I sing and type like terror

God is good.  Immanuel God with us.

and so it goes.........