Bleeding Sky

The sky was screaming this morning while I ran. It literally seemed to be bleeding, it was overwhelming. It is moments such as this that the Kin/dom of G-d breaks through the muck and mire of civilization. It is moments like this that the toils of industrialization seem to crumble to the way side, G-d is screaming out that splendor can still be discovered.
The rest of the world was asleep, shutting of his or her alarm clock, attempting to put off the day. Put off the only thing that they have…time.
Resist the clock, smash it if you have time, we are slaves to time. Neither you nor I have to be. We were never meant to be.

johniv

a new day

I am slowly working my way back into shape. I desire to be able to exist, not to be a drone or a fat fuck who sits on the couch.
Monday I ran in the morning around town and in the afternoon I biked with Rich and Keegan at Great Seal. It was a beautiful ride, Keegan smashed me.
The trees were dancing, in rhythm with the wind. The divine was present; it reminded me of Elijah in the cave-refusing to come out to anything other then the sound of nothingness as G-d is in the nothingness of this world.
I spent the weekend in the church listening to white men spew rhetoric about the distance of G-d, I become sick of lies. Prophets, such as Amos, Micah, Jesus of Nazareth, these radicals were subversive. They were critical of the system, a system which attempted to convince the masses that the divine was far off...the divine is in all things they would scream!!!!
I take peace in this.
I take peace in simple living.
I take peace in anarchy.
I take peace in Christ.
I take peace in watching the system crumble.
I take peace in watching my garden grow.
I take peace in watching my wife laugh at the way in which most are enslaved to Bridge Street.
I take peace in know that one day Bridge Street and Easton Mall will crumble to the ground and be replaced by wild flowers and coyote shit.
I hope I live to see it.

JohnIV