Saturday, May 31, 2014

This Little Light Of Mine

I know why the caged bird sings

Do you -


This little light of mine

I know why we hide behind electronic devices

I’m gonna let it shine

There are prisons I've locked myself into

I try to fly but sometimes my wings feel too tired

I need to stretch them

Give them some practice

Let it shine

Let it shine

Let it shine

This little - little yes, I feel small

When I think of how tall I felt as a child I feel sad

I used to stand on my tip toes with outstretched fingers so my shadow would look even bigger

The shadow that seems to follow me everywhere

Why did Peter Pan ever want to find his shadow again?

Light cannot exist without darkness

What if that was a lie we tell ourselves?

A story to make us feel better about our darkness

I think light can exist with other light

Different shades of brightness

No one better than the other

I’m gonna let it shine

Shine until when?

When I leave this Earth?

This physical plane

This space of physicality and materials

I want to elevate, evolve to a plane of space


Where anything is possible

Where there is no end and no beginning to one individual thing because we are all everything

The source

The light

And the darkness

There is no difference

Only language that tells us so

This is where she is

Where she is waiting

For all of us

Let it shine

Let it shine

Let it shine

Thank you Maya for shining your light on us.

Your life though full felt brief as a candle's flame

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Life Is Absurd

From sudden deaths and hospitalization to proposals and conceptions.

Life is a constant rebirth. A flow of absurd energy. It is a circle as "The Lion King" says.

And the more sense we try to make of it, the more we drive ourselves insane.

And through it all the wind still blows. The world turns and the rain falls as if nothing is "wrong", significant or changing.

This is life as we know it. With each breath there is a final exhale and a first inhale.

I feel honored to be part of it.

I smelled fresh baking bread this morning as the sun rose.

For a brief moment I was back in South Africa again and thought I might just find my home stay mother making biscuits in the kitchen as I walked out the door for my walk.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Dead Time

I want to live in Time that is alive
Time that breathes air into my tired lungs
I hear people talking about killing Time
I never want to do that
Let alone confess that I committed such a tragic murder
You are mine sweet Time
Even if just for this brief second
I want to enliven and cherish you
Grant you being
I never want to brag about my Busyness or lack of you
Or how I have too much of you on my hands
I promise to never act as if I have no power over making room for you in my life
I will always find Time for you dear Time
The truth is
You are infinite
You engulf me as you surround me
I love you for who you are and who you are not
I want to just be with you where you are
Every second of every minute 
Of every hour of every day
Of every week of every month 
Of every year of every decade
Until I am no longer living
But you live on for others
You may be dead to others
But you were never dead to me

Dear Time,
         I feel so alive in your arms