childhood..

I wonder why grownups are so much more stuffed up than kids?
They're so untouched and idealistic...
So we should be like that too right?
Is there something darkly appealing about allowing ourselves to hold on to that hurt inside..
And what if we hold on so long that when happiness comes we won't let it?
And children..children are just so beautiful (:
For long?
But then its okay, because there's always good in the world...there always is and always will be.
Though then I think I don't know anything..
And then, there's God.

Brooke's Arithmetic

I'm listening to Brooke Fraser's Arithmetic, I like it and its kind of like a little puzzle piece that fits on a biggg, baffling, intricate, amazing puzzleboard.

It's odd how I know that, because right now it seems like the puzzleboard's disappeared.

Anyway, the point is, this is a comment someone wrote to her song on youtube, i really like it. I know it's oh so true and I can feel it, I kinda just feel like I can't express it that way right now, I feel much too mellow and spent.

"Brooke's math adds up. God = Everything! Jesus is the greatest treasure in the universe. When you find Him, you find everything you need! "

Yeah. That's good. (:

Love to all (:

etherworld

Sometimes it seems to me that technology has no place in this world; when there is a time where technology and all its firm facts and cold metal seems to detract from the beauty that is around. Looking out a large glass window with white sparrows painted on at weathered brick buildings while wordless piano music lilts in the background...

People chatter occasionally, yet even they seem touched by the sultriness in the room - they only whisper. Silence prevails and the hum of the airconditioner is lulling, my table softly lit. I'm loathe to pull out headphones to listen to my own music. There is music all around..a complexity of undercurrents with nothing threatening to dominate. Rarely in life do we find such harmony...yet it is a paradoxical harmony because as peoples' talk fills in the wordless music, they fade into a mist behind my head, over my head, and at such times I hardly know what the focus of my mind is. When you don't want to shut your eyes but let them glaze...

when maybe if someone else were next to me, i wouldn't have been able to push past the drone in the walls, push it apart like they were heavy, heavy curtains. But i have and it's like landing in a place where there is nothing, but everything in background behind you. In front of you you know is a white wall of nothing, but oh, its such utter beauty because the white wall is like a meadow, then like the perfect swaft of colours, no angles, all flowing..everything is muted.

Peace. But peace not within..peace without. Peace without that doesn't allow you to think, doesn't allow you to feel. Nothing sad; happiness a distant memory; the times when you know eye contact can break your reverie...you couched in your solitude of stillness.

intricacy

Everyone has ideas and thoughts and dreams of their own that are so vulnerable and that are entirely deserving of being cherished and appreciated in the gentlest, sweetest manner. Delicate, feathery, fragile wishes floating around, maybe just under the surface of conscious current, surfacing occasionally. I'm astounded and ovewhelmed at the magnitude of it that you can see. People with heads bent, they're doing their work, but there, in that corner in the red shirt and headphones, can you see it simmering? Not one person can fully appreciate every other person's inner world; too unworthy to hold it, maybe we can try? I know God can, but also ... and I'm going to let this trail because completing it discovers something I might not want to know.

simplicity

What is simplicity?


Tell me.



I'm not sure what it is anymore (if I ever knew) and I want to find it to see if it will fit in my world.


Lots of love,
Me.

brimming over

I'm just wondering about the different worlds that people inhabit. Not imaginary worlds of our own creation, the different lifes people have. What is my world, my sphere, and what is yours? Am I living in life or is life living through us? There's a man with a cord jacket over there, a girl with knee high black boots and studs in her ear. Where is the similarity and common ground that we can find? If I look at you, what do you want me to see? Do you want me to make assumptions about the world you live in or would you rather tell me? Do you enjoy the anonimity moulds afford? What am I talking about? Where do i fit?

Questions questions that I don't bother to find the answer to. I'm looking for something and I have a faint idea, no maybe much stronger, of what I'm looking for. There is an Almighty God up there, in here. It's suddenly struck me in recent times it's the intangible and maybe the imagination that's so real, so much realer. I'm seeking for something, yearning for something and I can feel that longing. At the same time I'm brimming over. Brimming over with unspent and inexpressible somethings.

Life. Hold it tenously, lightly. When you float you experience the prettiest sensations. (:

three words

God is awesome.



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