“At this time and at this period we must avail ourselves of this most great opportunity. We must not sit inactive for one moment; we must sever ourselves from composure, rest, tranquility, goods, property, life and attachment to material things. We must sacrifice everything to His Highness, the Possessor of existence, so that the powers of the Kingdom may show greater penetration and the brilliant effulgence of this New Cycle may illumine the worlds of minds and ideals.”

~ ‘Abdu’l-Bahá

You Haven’t Told Me Anything

In a pearl grey room one afternoon.
One afternoon, what you gonna do?
I hang on your words but there’s nothing new.

You take a beautiful thing, pull off a wing.
Pull of a wing; safety pin.
It'll never shine quite as bright again.

But you haven’t told me anything,
that I didn’t already know.
No you haven’t said a single thing,
that I didn’t already know.

Everything I love’s stuck in the mud.
Stuck in the mud, stuck in a rut.
I’m a piece in your puzzle or a paper cut.

So same time next week, kiss on the cheek,
kiss on the cheek; say after me:
“Everything’s tied up nice and neat.”

But you haven’t told me anything,
that I didn’t already know.
No you haven’t sold me anything,
that I didn’t already own.

I feel for you, I really do.
Nothing adds up like you want it to.
No words can mend this fix I’m in.
Give me your worst I won’t even blink,
right between the eyes I won't feel a thing.

Because you haven’t told me anything,
that I didn’t already know.
No you haven’t said a single thing,
that I didn’t already know.

No you haven’t told me anything...
No you haven’t told me anything...

No you haven’t told me anything...
No you haven’t told me anything...

~ Keane

Vent for the Day

Yelling and screaming is barbaric, really. The most unnatural thing. Even worse, the ear-full I get on the phone. We are so passed that point, really. There isn't enough fuel to run that engine. I will be the bad guy if it makes it easier to let go. But let go you must. Of anger, of pain, of everything. Be calm. Be sane. Be kind. Be human, for Christ's sake. Who the hell has the energy anyway?

For Me

It is 1:47am and not a wink of sleep will be had until surely 3:30am. My new schedule. It doesn't pester me anymore. It just is. A welcoming offer and I accept. Touche my dear little night that won't let go of me. You must really enjoy my company. While everyone else rest peacefully in silence, you beckon me to play, to write, to fumble, to read, to sift, to search. Tonight is for me. The other nights I might have dedicated creativity to the world. But tonight, it is for me. The beginnings of a song emerge. And for the first time in a long time, there is no judging. Is it catchy? Well-paced? Interesting chord progression? Connected message? It is simply a little gem waiting for me in my cut out. Little nugget of truth and life patiently sitting for me to indulge. And I will, tonight.

Quick Pause

At a crossroad. Where will this path lead? Once closer to my dreams? My destiny? To the truth of my purpose on this existent plane, I hope. I move. Movement will attract guidance. The Truth is my guiding compass through the thick of time. Fleeting moments countdown. No room for procrastination here. Must stay open. Must stay open. Must stay open. I must tell myself that. It's all too easy for me to fall off. Both a weakness and a strength. Must stay open. I buckle up. It's the safe thing to do. I grab hold of the handle. It will brace me as I propel. Swelling joy bubbles inside. Bursts through me...yeeeeeehaaaaaw!