The Garden

Bring me your tired,
your weary,
your notions
of right and wrong
and I'll meet you
in the garden —
let Light shine on all of it.

I used to think Lot's wife turned into an actual pillar of salt. Maybe she did. Who cares?

But I know what it's like to disintegrate like that. I didn't know I was living that way until I saw every crystal held, like being given a heart of flesh.

The path is to push into dread and delight.

I can feel it when old versions of me come to cloud out the sky. But I know what it’s like to be a whole human, too. To walk the path and trust it. I'm resilient about it now. I still look over my shoulder from time to time and feel parts of me distancing — but I'm getting better at recognizing anti-truths.

I've been in the wilderness for a long time. God's out here, too. Kierkegaard says, "Now with the help of God, I shall find myself."

There is a place where we exist in tandem. Where if/thens disappear into the shadows that they are.

We are not separate from God or one another. And how could we be? But I live separate from both of us (and you, too) when I don't tell the truth that sets me free.

The earth becomes enshrined in glory when you start to see the goodness of it all. Every common bush afire.

What does it mean — when heaven is the place where God dwells and God says he dwells inside of you?

"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."

You are the gift that God and you have to give to the world.

Be all of yourself. Give all of yourself. Is that not what Christ gave?

Not a single thing in me believes that you are rotten to your apple core, anymore.

Self-denial is bastardized on both sides. Deceitful above all things no longer. If all things are made new, that goes for your heart, too. And neither is everyone looking for a self that doesn't submit to Love. Just the one they didn't know they had — or the one stolen by other Beloveds who didn't know theirs were there, either, functioning from deficits and trying to fill what they couldn't see was already whole inside of them. There's grace for all of it. I've taken like that, too.

Bring me your tired, your weary, your notions of right and wrong and I'll meet you in the garden — let Light shine on all of it.