Chubby-cheeked, tow-headed kid Looking at a world chaotic Monsters under the bed Monsters in your head Grown-up body, collegiate mind Portraying something dignified Mice gnawing at the door Mice gnawing at your heart Born an accident, kept distant Pretending life worthwhile Serpents in the basement Serpents in your soul Monsters out grew the hiding spot Mice ate all the cheese Serpents slithered away Inside outside, implosion explosion Damn cat out of the bag Too many claws to stuff it back
I wish it could be easier But I guess it's the only way When I look in your eyes I know that I can try But you know I can't help but to cry You say it will all be OK But I hurt holding onto your words When I look in your eyes I know that I will try But you know I can't make it if you go The pain may be old But it feels so real and now When I look in your eyes I know that I will always try But you know I can't do it without your love
The door is wide open. The door of my love is never closed. It is like a fire portal in your heart, within your deepest self. Some are afraid, because they fear the burning. But there is no reason to fear. It is like a burning in your bones – a longing you cannot describe. It is encoded in your DNA. When you step into the door, you free yourself to be embraced fully by my love. The experience changes everything. The burning is a desire to be fully alive in me. No harm comes to my beloved ones as they come through the door.
The door is and will always be open for eternity. The choice is freely yours to walk through. I always wait for you. Once you enter all is well. Enter now, enter later – the draw is irresistible, because it is your original design. Once you taste of it, you will not want to turn away. Come and see; come and taste; come and experience the fullness. The only hinderance is fear, but my love has conquered all fear and will overcome all resistance. My love is infinite. Selah.
Is there God
God! Is there a Father
Are you what I imagine
Could you be different than our stories
We live, we die
Where do we connect
We imagine, we build, we destroy
Can we distinguish our own realities
Life, creation, being in motion
Circles of relationships connected, disconnected
The space between explosive potential
Can bonds be restored once exploited