stories and patterns
troubles twirl(build)
out of control seems uncommon
(supposed to be at least)
i am peculiar(alone)
we are strangers(not normal)
civilization teaches there are no needs except for status and power
(yet i long to love and be loved, know and be known)
and then the time when we are truly thirsty catches us off guard
where want crosses the threshold of need
wilderness is mean
God is unjust
life is a bad joke.
and yet its the life we’ve made(constructed)
the problems we’ve embraced or neglected
that are manufacturing the chaos in our stories
and the return to humility
takes not our fragility for granted
but accepts our strange natural wild nature…
embracing the day
no longer thinking that we control it or it us.
God is just.
Wilderness is beautiful.
Life is a dance within a 3 dimensionally rendered painting of fellow dancers, movements, stories, patterns… growing, dying, loving, learning,subverting, transcending.
