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Wanderlust

With a gypsy soul the rebel rolls along the road that goes between sea and stone. Free to roam this land alone until he finds his home. The cold bones of winters tomb urged this heart to search for room. Room to run, to breathe, to move. Room and board where sea meets shore and waters roar to drown the sound of silence. Waves break with unrelenting violence to make way for peace. A cosmic sigh of relief. Reaching toward the sky with the trees he seeks release from the lie that forms a divide between he and birds and beasts.

He and you and me.

-Vagrant Saint

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Age of Anxiety

What strange and desperate age is this? We who exploit our very existence to the eyes of all who gaze. What strange and desperate days. With our pocket gods and broken necks we consume and move. False relevance and artificial intelligence fuel our moods. Media masquerades crave constant attention, but silence breeds wisdom. Seclusion gives visions. Unplug from the system, at least for a couple of minutes. Listen, Everything is famous and instantaneous, nothing is dangerous and spontaneous. Consume until we’re brainless. Follow until we’re faithless. Awaiting the next facelift. Cosmetic injection to mask the neglect of vital organs on the other side of the transection. Are we blind to our self-inflicted transgression? Is there an antidote for this pestilent infection?

-Vagrant Saint

 

(Art= German Painter: Caspar David Friedrich 1774-1840)

 

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World Walker

May my tongue be a brush and my language be paint. I will languish in anguish and angst ’til my way is made straight. I beg of thee, make me a vessel of verse, with wine for words, the arid pages will drink. My blood is ink. My flesh is paper. My mind a sparrow. My heart an anchor. My breath as burnt sage in these strange days. My life is but a vapor. My past a stranger. My future impending danger then rest. Suffocation then breath. Set my lantern aflame, offer refuge from rain and replace a stain with a stain. As I claw through the earth to grasp words that hold worth will these verses spit curses or give birth from the dirt?

-Vagrant Saint

 

(Art= German Painter: Caspar David Friedrich 1774-1840)

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Invitation/Invocation

My haunted temple: Enter. Find my innermost being, my epicenter. Through my corridors, rooms, and stairwells take flight. Flood the deepest darkest corners with light. False gods will flee from within me at the roar of Majesty. The Holy Trinity has no capacity for impurity. Fill my courts with angels singing of Your glories and speaking the stories of Jesus and how He frees us and puts back together the broken pieces and completes us. A mosaic that was once broken and torn is now strong enough to weather any storm. New life, new form. Make me an intentional, spiritual, productive citizen of Your vision. Not just religion or superstition, Godly wisdom. Separate me from crooked culture. Free me from the clenches of the vulture.

-Vagrant Saint

 

Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.     -Revelation 3:20

(Art= American Painter: Frederic Edwin Church 1826-1900)

 

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Martin Luther King Jr. Day

Embrace the human condition and choose to live within it rather than watching it from a distance. Be present and attentive and when someone is talking, listen. Don’t judge others based on your own limited perspective. This life is a collective. Every color and culture is beautiful as it is. Let the colors bleed together in this mosaic where we live. There is one race, one human species on this tiny earth. Each person with a history and heritage determined by birth. Every story needs heard. We’re all ghost writers in the book of time and space and fate. Will you use your pen for peace or stab holes through the pages in hate? Together we have more change to deliver than a government that keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger. But the answer is not in the trigger, it’s in the pen. Make sure your pages aren’t empty when the story ends.

-Vagrant Saint

 

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” MLK

“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” MLK

“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.” MLK

 

 

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Culture Shock

If we are citizens of the Kingdom of God, now and forever, then why would we choose to participate now in things that are not, and will not be compatible with that Kingdom?
There are certain sins and degrees of sin that are accepted as a cultural norm relative to our social and political climate. The marriage of this culture and our aspired Jesus culture has created a “hybrid culture” where certain sin is tolerable, unrecognized, or even glorified and other sin is condemned. Is being a citizen of this “hybrid culture” slowing and confusing the process of Jesus forming us into intentional, productive members of His Kingdom on earth?

In this world there is measureless beauty and thrill and pleasure to reveal, and allow us to revel in, the provision of God. Why do we intentionally search outside of that beauty to find fuel for our fears, food for our flesh and reason for our treason?

-Vagrant Saint

 

“Everywhere there is the persistent and insane attempt to obtain pleasure without paying for it….’Let us have the pleasure of conquerors without the pains of soldiers; let us sit on sofas and be a hardy race.’ …All around us is the city of small sins, abounding in backways and retreats, but surely, sooner or later, the towering flame will rise from the harbor announcing that the reign of the cowards is over and a man is burning his ships.”

-G.K. Chesterton

“He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it. “

-Martin Luther King Jr.

You were taught, with regard to your former way of life to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

-Ephesians 4: 22-24

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Collective Clutter

There are many who say that our collective human consciousness is evolving and advancing as time pushes on. That the ability and power of our individual mind and spirit are expanding into new capabilities by access to the communal knowledge, thus allowing us to gain a higher perspective. The evolution of consciousness, such a provocative theme, and one that I’ve loosely accepted and frequently acknowledged for a number of years.

What if we replace the word consciousness with awareness, in its raw form? Just as an exercise. In reality, true awareness may hold a higher reverence than consciousness in terms of perception, not to get away from the point.

We mustn’t replace mere awareness of information as some sort of “enlightenment”. Technology is ever-increasingly allowing us to gain knowledge, or awareness, of all physical things under the sun. We are constantly being made more aware of our environment. Are we expanding from our consciousness into a higher form, or packing our current consciousness with information? Does this magnitude of information make it easier or more difficult to truly perceive?

Certainly being made aware can allow us to empathize, communicate with, and understand people and concepts that may have been very difficult without that knowledge. Good and wonderful things come from this awareness. I’m perplexed and encouraged by the sheer capacity of information and our ability to receive it. However, we cannot mistake this collection of information as some sort of divine perception, or evolution of consciousness.

Our minds our occupied. Our consciousness cluttered. Our hearts are stirring and in need of stillness. Our spirit is thirsty.

-Vagrant Saint

 

“So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” -T.S. Eliot

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