"My only joy in this swiftly-passing world was to tread the stony path of God and to endure hard tests and all material griefs. For otherwise, this earthly life would prove barren and vain, and better would be death. The tree of being would produce no fruit; the sown field of this existence would yield no harvest. Thus it is my hope that once again some circumstance will make my cup of anguish to brim over, and that beauteous Love, that Slayer of souls, will dazzle the beholders again. Then will this heart be blissful, this soul be blessed."
"If only thou couldst know what a high station is destined for those souls who are severed from the world, are powerfully attracted to the Faith, and are teaching, under the sheltering shadow of Baha'u'llah! How thou wouldst rejoice, how thou wouldst, in exultation and rapture, spread thy wings and soar heavenward--for being a follower of such a way, and a traveler toward such a Kingdom."
'Abdu'l-Baha
Sometimes I say things in my head that I think are funny and I want to write them down. Sometimes I use writing as a way to process my thoughts, which are murky and ungraceful. Mostly this is a self-gratifying interweb experiment that started in 2003 and I keep it up simply because I want to see how it all ends. In some ways, this is better than a photo. I grew up in this blog from 2003 to today.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Saturday, November 06, 2010
thread bare v beard
Seems a little unfair that after just a few short years of threading my eyebrows that they now refuse to grow back fully. I stopped going to the mahboobs on devon in hopes that my former medium thick brow would find the courage to return. I didn't hate them all that much, I just enjoyed discovering my arch.
But alas, my lost hairs have decided to move.
To my chin, cheek and stache. It ain't pretty and it ain't fair.
But alas, my lost hairs have decided to move.
To my chin, cheek and stache. It ain't pretty and it ain't fair.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
past memories of lost friendships
it was the guarded gaze of a celebrity though we had been friends for months
delightful moments had been turned into cautious tales of woe and you distanced
yourself from some imagined love song.
how many shoulders do i have to shake before my words and actions
which are one in this case
are taken for truths.
how many knock-you-over-the-head hints do i have to pass
before you remember you were the one
who laughed at the jokes and pursued the
kindredness of spirits
how many friendships end before they begin
how many moments are lost to confusion
how many days does it take to make you see
how many words are hard to hear
and how many songs can make you free
remember this moment. the one before alienation-
the one before our truths are irrevocably severed
from one another
remember this moment. when we love to love each other.
delightful moments had been turned into cautious tales of woe and you distanced
yourself from some imagined love song.
how many shoulders do i have to shake before my words and actions
which are one in this case
are taken for truths.
how many knock-you-over-the-head hints do i have to pass
before you remember you were the one
who laughed at the jokes and pursued the
kindredness of spirits
how many friendships end before they begin
how many moments are lost to confusion
how many days does it take to make you see
how many words are hard to hear
and how many songs can make you free
remember this moment. the one before alienation-
the one before our truths are irrevocably severed
from one another
remember this moment. when we love to love each other.
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