:: from Chesterton ::

[Children] always say, "Do it again"; and the the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that he has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy, 60

:: old times ::

"I've been so tired, but my heart's been on fire.
Too lazy to stoke it or put it out,
just watched me burn."

February 20, 2009

:: identity ::

a fusion, perfect blending ... a mixing
I'm waiting for integration
hoping to find my walls breaking down;
to arrive ...

but I am lost. who do I kid?
I am working so hard to prove myself to you:
when you are not asking me for proof.

I walk into a BMV to get a license ... then stand
fumbling for a license in my purse to identify myself
but that's why I'm here in the first place
I need identification
and cannot prove myself to you ...
You must prove me to me ... then to the world
for I do not know who I am.

(July 15th, 2008)