Okay, so this is basically just my thoughts and notes during a sermon...so, don't expect much. It's not really anything, just more of my poetry. I don't even know what some of it means, so...yeah. Have at it, I suppose.

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Behind; it's a grind.

What is behind anyway?

Wake up natural?

Good? Bad? Beautiful?

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Skimming not swimming.

What happened to depth?

Too much time,

we can almost complete!

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Drift, adrift, drifting away...

how can life go by without life?

Where is the life in this un-life?

Living, being, resting!

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Purpose:

God.

God is.

I am his.

He is mine.

Oh, what divine

happiness!

Bliss.

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Editing.

Pens, ink,

pencils and erasers.

Clicking keys,

type away.

Away type, off.

Spit it out,

ticking off.

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Boundaries;

I wish I had them.

Need them, want them,

got to find them!

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Wedding;

celebrate!

Party on for Jesus!

Joy laid-back.

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Morality;

a goal for the purposeless,

a purpose for the godless.

Remember our freedom!

No more rules,

no more regulations,

no more religion!

Not for the relational.

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Stuff

sticks, slowly

sucking me down,

stifling and suffocating us.

Collecting,

competing,

contaminating our souls.

Let it go.

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Screaming possessions

controlling your soul.

Why listen to the soulless

tell you how to come alive?

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Blessing showers

then dries up

and I forget the rainfall.

Live like it never happened.

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Stress, greed,

how they cling

to one another

and to me.

The worst part

of the whole mess

is how much

I cling back.

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Seek,

look,

questing and

searching.

Finding,

catching,

new object for clinging.

Kingdom!

It's here!

Here, now, yes!

See it,

feel it,

touch it,

know it,

be it.

~

Forget community

and you forget yourself.

No peace

when we're in pieces.

Know peace,

know each other.

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Am I a slave,

absorbed by culture

into un-me,

pro-not-me?

Am I free

to give up the anti-me?

Am I free to trust

and to live?