Iknowonlythatthebattleisspiritualwhocantellmorebutthewarriorstherenoteventhey.

Air is dry. Not cool. Not hot. It can be felt, but it does not move. It's as if he could lean into it and it would hold him. He's sitting on a rock, a mountains lifted it high. It's not grey, it's almost white. His sword lay on it buy his side. No fighting today. He watches the camp below. Darkness moves with it, within it. The camp, it's searching for him. It sends out scouts, they will return failures, no fighting today. Tomorrow he will go to it. He will stretch out his hand against it. He will consume it, or be consumed by it. Pulls the mountain deep into his lungs. It satisfies. It's rare. For a breath to satisfy like that. When he goes, he won't go alone.

Iknowonlythatthebattleisspiritualwhocantellmorebutthewarriorstherenoteventhey.

Thursday, April 19, 2007 Another day the battles done. The pains they simply melt away. A help appeared, with no words spoke the day was won the battles done. The scars are there, victories lines are blurred but still the battles done. The warriors changed there weapons will too, he still must brush shoulders with his enemies. There blades they slide, across his armors new still looking for its seams, but as for today the battles done. The air is fresh the day is bright, colors can be seen, take a breath take a note that battles can be won. Remember this write it down because only for today the battles done. Amen the battles done. The battles done. Amen.

Iknowonlythatthebattleisspiritualwhocantellmorebutthewarriorstherenoteventhey

Saturday, April 07, 2007 A flare has leapt upwards, unconcerned for gravity, slowing, straining forward again. It falls to pieces as it flys , giving all it has to reach it's meaning. It falls to pieces. It's reached its mark. Down below, a light. The warrior can see. A face comes to focus it's bent against him. Its voice is heard "I KNOW YOUR NAME!" "I know yours" the warrior replys. The face falls away and in the midst of the darkness that consumes him one less is there. The face will return to join those it has left another day. PREPARE.

Row

Wednesday, April 04, 2007 Row Hello my love I sinned you so. You could have been another row to sow the seed and watch it grow. But instead the seed thats Christ, I sowed my soul.

Iknowonlythatthebattleisspiritualwhocantellmorebutthewarriorstherenoteventhey.

Monday, April 02, 2007 A warrior, I see that there is a fight. I can't tell how it goes I don't know how the fight should look. I don't know the enemy or what a man who is winning looks. Loss and success seem so much bound together it's hard to tell the difference, I see the fight but I do not comprehend the site, I do not tell what is the antagonist or what he uses as his arrow and his sword I see the figures move and clash but who is winning I cannot tell. I see the blood spilt but to whom does it belong I do not know, the ground is soaked. Prayers leap from its midst but whose lips uttered them I can not hear. I cannot tell the man from the demon or the number of warriors there.

Changing Norths

North did settle where I wanted it to be. The needle spun the skies stood still the wind willed not the clouds to move. Energies inside forced legs to move and heart to shake, vision blured while earth did turn to forces, who did choose to hide. I sought my will to mirror skies to mirror clouds but it did not. -The needle spun.- North moved from what it was to settle where I wanted it to be. Calm mocked, confusion reigned only my last breath will tell, did the needle settle where I wanted it to be. The goal I love, the path I hate, I am afraid. Will it come, ever to a point, where I don't have to reach?

Youandme

Monday, January 29, 2007 YOUandme Brush a picture on paper for me. A picture of me that looks like what the mind conjures when hearing words like Strength and Light and Love. Paint it so I can take courage in what you are making me to be of what you are in me. And over it press earth and dirt and mud and things whose worth are none. This will be my picture a painting that is me. And when you commend the Strength the Light the Love I believe you like the earth the dirt the mud. And when from me you wish to take the things whose worth are none, Ive seen it like you condemed in me the Strength the Light the Love. I am always confusing me