4-15-09

To cling to the river.. to be hopelessly wet.. to cry salty tears that no one can see.

To live in the fear.. the black hole of nothingness.. to move in the fear.. and TRY to not fear.. challenges challenges.

To give nothing.. it is not giving.. it is not receiving.. it is. ISNESS.

my Master is infinitely wise… and i am infinitely dim. a dark horse..plodding. a lowly creature of ill advise and selfish mind.

Expressing myself so poorly.. being myself so poorly… i dare to pear into His eyes and believe i saw a light.. i saw nothing.

nothing is everything… and everything is all consuming.

Master… i look to You for security , strength , direction… please point me continuously…

To cling to the river… to hold tight the ice… to posses my Masters heart.. foolish all.

Foolish me.

and i am the pursuant.. and i take that all wrong too… thoughts circle back.. infinitely back to black.