an outshining

veil dissolving from my mind
spirit man splayed like a flare,
a scream of light shooting from that cardboard casing
only lit once a year
luminous ladder shining always up and down,
into the earth
splitting it open with the scream
of the light,
living, active and splitting me,
discerning me,
for i must be
dissolved

Ha..

Once again, I am struck by the focused transformation occuring in the arts.

I ran into a friend last night at the mall, and ended up seeing him touched. I didn't know he's in opera. I knew he loves Jesus, dances and sings well. I didn't know it had been on Broadway. I didn't know how people don't know what to do with him, because God-in-him shines in open society and not closed churches. Oh, and he goes to homes and parties that we might not visit as readily as Jesus did. I didn't know how discouraging it could be to be so blessed and that it makes a guy want to quit when so close to everything he was created to be, speak on behalf of, and smile with. (Actually, I think you and I both do.. haha..)

And I definitely don't know how radically all of that is going to change. God is bent on causing His love's shining to radiate through the mediums He created to express Himself. I'm no expert on these mediums, but I do experientially and prophetically know that He is touching dancers, violinists, actors and actresses, filmmakers and producers, poets and singers. He's moving on indie rock and classical concertos. He might even get a few preachers in on the action.

Haha, again..

I'm encouraged and all I know about what's happening is starting where God never left off: with the one. That one whose painting partners with His heart, and that one who He specifically made to shine a transforming light on Broadway - or Harlem, a skatepark, or a back alley poetry joint in Los Angeles. Mabye even Blogger.

Jesus is waiting for us to look to Him, and not to what entangles or tempts us - i.e., religious and superficial distractions and entanglements that keep us from shining where we've been placed. Look to Him, really gaze and meditate, and then look at your hands - what do you put them to? Your quited heart and mind - how do they let the Christ flow from the true you?

leaning

leaning over for
a tear drop in
her tea cup, half drained
i see the butterflies in central park loathe,
for fear of flying and being
too long on the ground.
carpe diem another day,
unless i rise and sieze the day

zechariah 4:6

keep teaching me:
wooden plank of suspicion,
ends splintered refracted light
pulled back to swing, to hit
sideways re: my head
not by might but by my heart
so a side swung flies wide
and not by might covers
what might not be otherwise
a hummingbird's pattern of flight
and nectar inflection
green, with blue wings
beats over me to flutter, quickly
and the flower behind her is pink and opening

psalm 92:5, 93:3-4

11/1
your thoughts are deep waters
still and sure beneath the many waters
that foam, and press land for influence through the strength of many
contouring shores' form by the breadth that comes from shallow masses
floods lift up their roaring
the many waters wage with thunder
but you, deep and firm as anchor
you, more firm and strong than tetonic plates
that shift in spatial insecurity
you are deep and your thoughts are waters
still and sure beneath it all
you are great and your works are wide
a foundation that frees the ocean to tide
your voice thrusts deep waters from rest
awakening him into tsunami crests
far surpassing any waves' attempts
to influence or contour our habitations
they break and fall without discrimination
your thoughts are deep,
your dreams thrust high,
your voice is water undenied
your thoughts are deep waters