"lord i will not stop until your name is glorified." this is a picture of my journal page that ryan took at the retreat last weekend. amazing discoveries.

And an old priest said, Speak to us of Religion.

And he said:

Have I spoken this day of aught else? Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations? Who can spread his hours before him, saying 'This for God and this for myself; This for my soul, and this other for my body'? All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion. Whenever you enter into it take with you your all. Take the plough and the forge and the mallet and the lute, The things you have fashioned in necessity or for delight. For in revery you cannot rise above your acievements nor fall lower than your failures. ...

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the moutain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then you shall truly dance.

-exerpt from THE PROPHET, Kahlil Gibran

revolutionaries

i feel like god is telling us that we are meant to hold such authority within the realm of art. 'we,' referring to this mass of humans who possess a godly worldview. god. and his trinity, saving lives by the tenthousanth of a second. 'we,' referring to our (my) generation. this upcoming and growing force of artists who are not being drilled into the ground by the monotony of a taxing life. we who are inspired to never stop making art until every bone in our body is thoroughly satisfied. we who are not afraid to give everything we have all at once because we know that ultimately, god will sustain us. and god will fill us when our well runs dry and there is no fear in this life except for the fear of the great almighty. fearing him like a little child fears and reveres her father. wanting nothing else but to please him.

i feel that god is calling us. and god is preparing us for something huger than our pea brains could ever fathom. i feel it. more than anuything i feel it. and i know that you do too. so i'm sharing in hopes that you might be inspired and tell someone else and they can be inspired because of you. and this cycle will insight revolution. i believe this.

amen.

advice from dada forerunner

"Do not admire yourself. Do not let yourself be shut up in a revolutionary school which has become conventional. Do not allow commercial speculation. Do not seek official glory. Draw your inspiration only from life, and have no ideal save that of the continued movement of intelligence." Francis Picabia, March 1922 in Litterature
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a piece of my artwork... click on the link in the following post to view more.

Anna's Artwork

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"i am a little church"

e.e. cummings

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

blue like jazz

"I think Christian spirituality is like jazz music. The first generation out of slavery invented jazz music. It is a music birthed out of freedom. And that is the closest thing i know to christian spirituality. A music birthed out of freedom." -Don Miller, writer of Blue Like Jazz

thoroughly satisfied

suppose i were brilliant.
suppose my mind's traveller
went cascading through fountains
and mountains of mysteries
only to find questions dressed as answers
and i was thoroughly satisfied.

suppose i dreamt small and lived big
and ate mistakes like breakfast food.
suppose i wasn't afraid of anything
and invented incredible wilds
as though i were five and had nothing to lose.

suppose the world wasn't mine
for the changing but was mine
for the taking for dancing
with abnormal habits in tangent with abnormal lifestyle and
my impatient body was still.
and i was thoroughly satisfied.

evoltotcab

revisit evolution, is it?
no it u love.
back wards in time. time warp.
time thwarped by creative memory.
imagination, making up for lost photos
when in doubt, visit the newspapers- reporters never lie
ing on your carpet, paralyzed by your past remembered
untruths made truth come undone
roots sprout under the house foundation cracks.
no i tad nuof.
nuances like genetics. dna crawls under the
fingernails of a generational pattern.
evolution of a tendency press rewind and suddenly
michael jackson is doing the moon walk in reverse
and buzz aldwin walked on the noom in 9,691.
nothing makes sense.
this is why we are progressive beings.
progressive until our modern jets crash into gods great buildings
and our frequent flyers are opting for their banana seated beach cruiser instead.
where is the line-
the step back. back step evolution evaluation
consult the maker for model number
easy to follow downloadable instruction manual
no it u love.
evolution naught. fret your identity. time wasted.
back to love. evolotkcab.

back to love

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