Simplicity

This idea of living in simplicity has been nagging at my heart for quite some time. I'm not sure what my spirit is making of it but I definitely feel it approaching.

Perhaps it will be my new season.

I hope so.

It sounds like a marvelous idea.

To be completely void of most communications and noise of the walking media around me.

To become a free spirit, among only of myself and God to guide me.

Perhaps it will be a time to come. The day I may be like Abraham.

The day I may be a nomad.

With no strings attached with my love for God.

But I will keep on pursuit to see what is truly my destiny...

Surrender

Unconditional surrender to the Living God is my heart's cry.
To know my Father without fear of lacking provision or protection.
I've grown in a lifestyle where luxuries are always within my grasp and a menu appears before me as I look into the kitchen fridge.
The idea of poverty seems so alien to my life experience that it almost brings pain instead of thankfulness to my heart.
Papa, I don't perform for your love, but give me more of you at any cost! Allow me to dine with your presence before the presence of our enemies constantly.
Give me a greater love for you! Help me become a greater friend!
Teach me to worship you the way it is done fully in heaven!
Replace the desires of this world with your heart and passions, Papa...
Thank you Papa for your love.
Thank you for your countenance.
Thank you Jesus for being our King.
The King of Glory.
The King above all Kings.
The King of Heaven...and of earth.
The Lover of my Soul.

Humble Endings

These are interesting days I live.

Strings of thoughts and feelings float and pass through this busy house.

I walk down the hall and can't help the feelings of my surroundings grow taller.

I shouldn't have had that drink. I can't seem to reach the door.

Light peers through the window and temporarily warms my hope with the sight of blue and white.

But there's nothing to hold on to for myself. Not these thoughts. Not these poor feelings.

So the thoughts and feelings will keep flying past me without a second glance.

I can only wait patiently with dreams of you.

My heart. My love.

The rose turns colorless before her presence,
As it drops from the losing of your senses.
You can only stand there as pearls drape the night canvas,
As she stands there with a smile.
Your breath escapes to the night,
as time stands still with the beating of your heart.
You stand there cold,
stirring up words to describe the moment
but her touch simply floods a warmth into your life.
Only a smile is felt by you.

Tears of Heaven

She finally sparkles with his grace,
as the past and present collide in the midst of her eyes,
her heart finally opens to the beauty,
and is carried gently by a Father's love.
As tears capture the lover's dreams,
the flow of its path shows her tranquility,
and the beauty sheds her tear with hope.
The tear falls and cries out to the clouds
as the joys of heavens pour out its love,
soaking her with tears of devotion.

Past and Pending

There's a quiet voice inside everyone's heart,
often containing those wishful thoughts and regretful lies.
holding us back from the true reality of who we ought to be
or leaving us in an empty state of helplessness
similar to us trying to stop water with our bare hands.

Sometimes I can't help but listen,
as the idea of an alternate reality dances before my eyes,
the very same way red fall leaves dance with the winds.
The idea stops abruptly, quickly gasping for more life
as the last bit disappears before my heart's eyes.
As I have an everlasting flame kindling before me,
I can't help but dream of my possibilities.

The Nomad

There's a lot of thinking lately just haven't been able to follow through and lay it out on writing. But I wrote this awhile ago:

You teach me how to run,
as I am along your side.
I undress my worries
as you tell me of your deepest love for me.
You seem to know where we are going,
but I have yet to see the path,
I only have the slightest clue while following you.
So I'll keep on breathing,
I'll keep on chasing the winds
until we meet the seas.

Lost in Transitions

You stand there awkwardly,
no words come to mind.
You've lost your sense of reality,
claiming to be fully present with your eternal sunshine,
but I'm only seeing the empty half of you,
and longing for the fuller half of your love.

Your words lack of color,
as your inspirations are tangled in the vines of the world.
They try to suffocate your love with their violence
but your eyes sparkle in the light,
vibrant with a hidden complexity
that no one else can see,
but everyone can feel and is distraught by.

You float on with hunger,
as you are unsatisfied without change.

So you'll keep chasing after your love,

he will keep you up as a strong breeze,
so stay steady, my little kite.
Do not be afraid of tricks and risk.
He will be there to lift you up again,
if you only give him a chance,
if you will only look to him once more.

What it's really about....

It's not the fact that sin is the beginning. It's about that love is the end.

It's not about the flaws we hold, but the beauty we store.

It's not about a life of rules and good morals, but living a life without limits.

It's not about doing good deeds, but whether your heart can one day be the cause of those deeds.

It's not about a life we should not live. It's about a life we were made to live.

It's not about a life striving for perfection, but a life knowing we have perfection.

It's not just about learning. It's about growing and teaching.

It's not just learning how to stand, but learning how to fall and stand back up.

It's not the idea that hope is foolish. It's the idea that it can save.

It's not about religion. It's about our relationship with Him.

It's not about knowing we are not perfect. It's about knowing that we are redeemed...

Thinking: Part 1

I've been re-evaluating my thoughts as of lately. It's a strange idea when you actually think about. And actually thinking about that idea is even stranger.

Think about it:
You think of a thought. Then you think about those thoughts and decipher why those thoughts pieced together in your mind (such as the cause or personal mental processing). Sometimes you take it a step farther (I'm pretty sure it's not further) and think of a way to make that thought into reality, or ways to dispose those thoughts or mental thinking (at least I do sometimes in a ways to improve myself).

On top of all of this thinking is actually thinking about that thinking.

I think my brain is done thinking about this thinking for now. I will continue on my next post...

Friend

It's been awhile old friend,
you still haven't changed your delicate ways.
You still have that wrinkled smirk on your face,
and no one will be granted to steal that,
not after what you have done,
not after the life you have outlived.

So go on living out the days,
there is no reason to hide.
No one can stop you now,
so let your light shine freely,
fly to your highest height,
I'll always be here for you.

Showing up to War

It's been awhile since I wrote. I'm keeping this one short, and brief compared to my other stuff.

Imagine this:
You are living in the Middle Ages and are a knight for a righteous King. The King has blessed you, provided for you, and given justice and freedom to his people. But an has enemy come to bring war upon the city in which you dwell in. The King continues to give provisions but as weapons he has only sent sticks asking to trust him on his decision. Flicking the stick around but not seeing any significance except for it's power to break in two, you abandon the idea of war as for having no weapons, grab your belongings and flee the area...

We are equipped beyond what we are probably used to or can actually see but there is no use to it if we don't even show up for battle.

You have the best hand, are you going to fold for a bluff?

Thoughts...

You

You are amazing. I want to get to know You.








Do You know just how amazing and spectacular You are?

Because I possibly do not. But I want to get to know You.

What I do know is that God made You in his glory.
That You are good because God is good.
That You are made perfect in his image.

In my eyes, You are beautiful because You are beautiful in his eyes.
The world tries to tell me what beauty is but I know the truth.
I can see the beauty that the world may never see.

Yet, I'm relentless for more. So that's where You come in.
You have passions from God that I have yet to discover.
The personality You have is yet another master piece that I want to love.
And what good coming from You can I not fall in love with?

After all, You were made in royalty. So just tell me how amazing You are?


(this is the part where You leave a comment so I can take You out to coffee or lunch or email You...)

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I couldn't decide if I liked them joined or separated so I left them as the way I wrote it...


If you could only see my heart move,
as time passes by.
And as your hands turn and twist around my eyes,
my heart slows to the stillness of the moment.
And as light reflects the colors of meaning,
and shadows give depth for my eyes,
your world brings breath to my dreams,
your love becomes my life.

Think...and change your world view...

This is just going to be a snip-it. I think that's a English word...I don't know, I'm not English.

It's on my heart I need to pose and address to you guys what you think of healings, raising the dead, and miracles in general...the mere mentioning of miracles in our generation seems to only raise a lot of skeptics instead of believers.

And it fathoms me because how does a Jesus follower actually deny raising people from the dead when that is what our whole faith is about? Why do we have this posture that God is not living among us now and we can't do miracles like Jesus or the Apostles?

I mean God did miracles through Moses and this was before Jesus right? Or do I have my history wrong?

How can we believe that miracles do not happen and yet still claim "God is God. He is the ultimate power, he is the greatest love" ?

How can we say that God is not here on earth with us and yet claim to have the Holy Spirit in us? Is there not a trinity? Did Jesus not give us power and authority through him over the earth? Did he not send the Holy Spirit?

I can keep going but I would love to hear feedback. I don't want plain agreement, but positive criticism and other views. Thanks guys.

Dreams

It is the strangest thing

to be woken up in the middle of the night.

It felt like God personally

shook me out of my dreams,

to only wake up

into a dream that's not my own sense of reality.

My foggy memory rewinds

the former movie clip reeling in my head,

but I lie there staring

as lights continually beam the numbers 3:58,

while patiently waiting

for a noise to shatter that window of silence

as I contemplate

the dream being a missing puzzle piece to my world.

But that world quickly ends

as I doze off into a new story.

Little story times

I'm in a strange mood, and it is in these times I just need to write my thoughts out. So please excuse the scatterness (is that a word?) and poor organization, and just enjoy the process of my brain:

My friend moved away to the army. I don't know the next time I'll see him.

Sometimes I wished I joined the army but I know God isn't calling me there.

When I was driving on Bonnyview, a fox randomly crossed the street. Why it crossed, only comedians will know...

I'm curious about what a lot of old friends are doing. I really want to just go get coffee and talk to them or to anyone really. Wow...my heart got super excited with that thought. You know what that means...well maybe you do.

I really want to make a new shirt design but I have way too much school work to do.

My heart emotions are in contradiction with my brain.

I really enjoy Zen tea now.

I can hear the ocean waves rawr...I really want to go to the coast.

I like rawr better than roar.

I really need rest and I really want to break free...and just dance.

So far the subjects I want for my photo project are bouncy balls and oval mirrors or just things to alter light...

0 is 1/2 of infinite...weird.

Ok I think I'm done.

The Path Intended

So it is only starting to click inside of me.

That Jesus is inside of me.

He is also inside of you.

God gave all authority to Jesus.
Jesus gave authority to us in the spirit.

Jesus was heaven. He was restoring the earth.

Therefore...see the pattern? If A=B and B=C then well B=C right?

I had this idea all around me. I heard it just never seen it clearly in scripture. Actually I have just forgot.

And it is so easy to forget isn't it? So easy to not remember that we are royalty. We are princes and princesses, sons and daughters of Gods. It is like we are mini-Gods...except only through God himself.

Jesus died for us. Jesus was raised from the dead. Jesus was born in us. Heaven is in us.

I've heard this for the past year and it has finally checked into my heart. And I've been struggling with what are my strengths and weaknesses until God spoke directly about it.

That I have the power to do anything in Jesus' name. That I no longer have to ask God as if he is in heaven but I just listen to my spirit to open heavens' gates. That I can pray directly for the miracle because I have power from God.

Our name in God.

I've been feeling we've missed the importance and bases of our name a lot. Our name represents our being. It's a way to identify who we are as a whole...passions, goals, views, laughter, family...everything. It is our connection to be a unique individual...yet I feel most of us don't even have that true connection or know the importance of our name.

Let me elaborate my meaning.

Going back all the way to Adam, Eve and the apple, we were deceived by Satan that we could be like God. That we can make a name for ourselves without God.

Satan himself believed himself to be higher than God. He wanted...no still wants to deceive others to worship his name, to worship things that gives praise to his name instead of God's. Satan believes he can make a name for himself without God...and even above God.

Abram...Jacob...Saul...God's appearance and experiences changed their lives. They changed from following their path to follow God's. God gave them a new name...showed them their true identity, showed them exactly how amazing they are in his glory, in his name.

The more I've been pursuing God...

The more I've been putting down my pride and reputation of my name down for God's name...

The more I've been feeling peace and fulfillment. The more I've been understanding my identity in Jesus' name.

I hope you all find who you truly are instead of the name the world gives you.

Love and Gucci Handbags...

This economic recession is getting the best of most Americans. It is hard to really grasp the troubles of others as I sit in the comfort of my parent's home writing a blog, but at the same time I haven't been reckless with my the earnings I have received.

It grieves my heart...I read a story of two parents committing suicide and killing their two children a few days after they lost their jobs. The parents decided they had no other choice and didn't want to leave their children in other hands so selfishly took them with them...

Meanwhile, West Los Angeles consist of shoppers buying expensive luxeries but hiding them in 'no-brand' bags to lower being noticed. Stealth wealth and shame shoppers...it sickens me. A lady pretended to have bought a gift only to have that $1200 Gucci hangbag she bought given to herself...

What is wrong with this picture...what is wrong with both of these pictures...America has become so reckless and so easily driven to become dependent on money...to idolize it.

I want to change this.
God has given me a heart to change this lifestyle.
He's given this blessing to go to college on the debt of my parents.
He has given me a life-style I couldn't be more thankful for.

I want to take his blessings and bless others with it.
I want to support the team going to stop human trafficking.
I want to live an example out among others.
I want to give to the starving children of Africa.
I want to love my neighbor and not expect anything in return.

I want to love others because of God's love for us.

God show me the best way to love others in their individual needs.

If right is wrong and being wrong isn't right, what is right?

I truly despise those days that consist of great new revelations or ideas but slowly disappear in an instant.

It's one of those days for me.

I've been having trouble being around people and sometimes myself as of lately. It's not the instance that I despise others, don't connect or any of those other stumbling blocks you come across with the greeting and growing relationship with humans.

No. It is the times that the surroundings are producing a negative energy; when the environment I am stuck in brings in fear, or hate and causes me to struggle to be myself.

Causes me to not love. Or worse, it brings out the evil that isn't of me, but ends up attaching to me.

It is one of those things I'll never understand exactly why humans hold on to a weird pride issue instead of building each other up...

The Art of Lies

For those that haven't known me for an extended period of time, I'm a very unique person when it comes to friendships. Especially if I just met you. Let me elaborate...

There came a point in my life (last summer to be exact) when a friend and I found it entertaining and challenging to manipulate and lie to people. Most importantly though was being able to read reactions and thoughts. It really does become an art but don't get me wrong, we never lied about anything serious. It usually involved simple questions such as my name, my ethnicity, or just a sly sarcastic remark for a rather unintelligent question...

So you're probably wondering exactly how this (cruel) idea is exactly a game...well it's simple. It usually consists of reading the person's emotions/reactions, playing on ideas and then holding the bluff pretending you have the better cards.

Ok it doesn't have anything to do with have better cards...

What it does consist of is usually making a hyperbolic idea sound believable all the while holding a straight face. The one thing you have to be aware of is whether the person is reverse the psychology and pretending to believe you.

So there is a benefit behind all of this, besides the ability to get out of sticky situations...

The ability to read emotions, to be able to understand the way a person processes information, the body language a person gives off while deciphering what to say next opens up a whole new way to connecting to a person. It brings a new perception of being able to understand if there is deeper meaning or story to a simple "Things are pretty good".

Anyways, the days of silly lies are over since it does end up building a reputation when can't tell if you're serious or not. I still use my perception to try to understand people...

Remembrance

An interesting thought came across me tonight. I was reading into the idea of "anti-kingdom" and thoughts about some of the things we honor...well is it actually honorable?

Monuments such as the great pyramids...built by slaves that were tortured, beaten, maimed, and slaughtered if they didn't get their work done. If they didn't meet their quota set by the higher powers. Should we be honoring these monuments?

Clearly they are amazing feats by humans but what purpose did their spilled blood serve? The Pharaohs made these pyramids as a home for their "after-life" and to leave a power feat for others to remember by...but do we want to remember that?

I guess it's a way of remembrance for those who died...and not really a honor for the Pharaoh.

My song

This feeling, the passion inside my heart,
it glows the idea of unconditional love.
This dream of questions asked,
isn't about how your day is,
but about how amazing you are,
how God sculpted you beautifully,
how you became you.

These individualistic gifts I haven't seen,
the secrets to the unseen love in a stranger,
I seek to see all of it.
I want to put together the pieces of God's art.
This is the symphony my spirit yearns to play,
this is the song I will perfom.