The Garland of Pain & Poverty

"A man born to this world should do many good deeds, as a garland maker makes garlands from a heap of flowers." - Buddha

”[…] pain and poverty are best for digging out the trap that comes with smiles.” - Rumi

"The Lord works righteousness and justice for all the oppressed." - Psalm (NIV)

The trap of smiles.
   (Life is filled with leaving and letting go.)
My heart is in a turbulent space.
   (I am not doing many good things.)
The gnawing pain of poverty.
   (Righteousness and Justice feel empty.)
A garland of beautiful flowers.
   (Ends that never seem to meet.)
I was born to this world.
   (From water, spirit and fire.)
There is no “I” and “You.”
   (Release both birth and death.)
To die and be renewed.
       Selah.

Here’s the videosong for Rise Again!

There’s a lot of nature, autumn and wild hills in the music and bright trees and fallen leaves in the video.

Lyrics:
I hear Your voice in the breeze, 
it whispers in Autumn trees, 
the golden leaf tells the tale, 
of how it turned bright right before it fell 
and how it will grow again.

Winter’s around the bend, 
her cold eyes like my best friends, 
we’ll dance around on slippery ground, 
till the whole Earth blooms again.

We’re waiting, we’re waiting for the end, 
but it just starts again.

When I feel like I’m fallin’, 
the wild wind whispers again, 
"My how you’ve grown my friend, 
you’re bright and beautiful but tend, 
to forget you’ll rise again!”

I wrote Rise Again! as a reflection of everything Autumn and the deep cycles in life. The mandolin part uses elements of Cooley’s reel.

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Lyrics:
I hear Your voice in the breeze, 
it whispers in Autumn trees, 
the golden leaf tells the tale, 
of how it turned bright right before it fell 
and how it will grow again.

Winter’s around the bend, 
her cold eyes like my best friends, 
we’ll dance around on slippery ground, 
till the whole Earth blooms again.

We’re waiting, we’re waiting for the end, 
but it just starts again.

When I feel like I’m fallin’, 
the wild wind whispers again, 
"My how you’ve grown my friend, 
you’re bright and beautiful but tend, 
to forget you’ll rise again!”

Lips Of Lamentation

"Victory produces hostility, for the defeated ones live in grief. Releasing both victory and defeat, the tranquil minds dwell in happiness." - Buddha

"There was a time you made sweet tones your focus - and now you kiss the lips of lamentation." - Rumi

"I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed." - Psalm (NIV)

"Awake, my Soul!"
This jubilant spring and the rain (which is God’s blessing.)
My soul is awake. 
I am facing the life I have avoided.
Setbacks and triumphs like knotted reeds.
The breath of dawn but no instrument to play upon.
Untie this fate and make the cords into strings
   to resonate Your glory.
       I will sing and make music.
       Selah.

The Graveyard

"Work hard, use good judgment. Free of flaws and passions, you need never return to the cycles of birth and death." - Budda

”[…] redeem Our servant from his state of need. We have a special servant, much respected. Please take the trouble, go down to the graveyard.” - Rumi

”[…] for they bring suffering down upon me and revile me in their anger.” - Psalm (NIV)

In this uncertainty, grant me peace.
In this uneasiness, grant me Your providence.
In this injustice, grant me grace and forgiveness.
       Both to receive and to give.
In every aspect of life, call me to a higher destiny,
   and please break these chains of Fate, Father.
Thank You for Your many blessings.
   Thank You for the gentle way You continue to care for and lead me.
       I love You,
       Amen.

Transformed Darkness

"Victory produces hostility for the defeated ones live in grief. Releasing both victory and defeat the tranquil minds dwell in happiness." - Buddha

"My Breath transformed that darkness into noonday, the darkness which the sun could not disperse." - Rumi

"Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways [….]" - Psalm


It is time to let go of recent disappointment.
It has been a year since I walked away.
I can no longer live in that memory or hold onto what could’ve been.
That was then.
The now I’m in deserves both my respect and attention.
The dreams, ambitions and failures of yesteryear
   must fade into distant memories.

Reform my way, Merciful Father.
Help me to become reborn in light!
       Amen.

Spring And Autumn

”[…] if a man does good, let him do it repeatedly. Let him put his heart into it, for the accumulation of good brings blessings.” - Buddha

"Come to your senses for awhile, O brother; each moment you are full of spring and autumn." - Rumi

"Weeping may remain for a night but rejoicing comes in the morning." - Psalm


Growth and decay.
Arise and fall away.
Flower petals and autumn leaves.
The world filled with many-colored deaths and rebirths.

Father, teach me to love in all seasons and transitions.
   Continue to be the fortress for my soul.
       I love You,
       Amen.

A Dressing For Our Souls

"First one must establish one’s own high moral principles, then preach to others. It is very difficult to restrain oneself." - Buddha

"Retell it so the story will be healing, retell it as a dressing for our souls." - Rumi

"… since you have taken off your old self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its creator." - The Apostle Paul

The sun warms and the wind is still.
A moment of heat long enough to remove my jacket and enjoy the sun.
The wind picks up again quickly stripping the gathered heat.
The world is in a state of dynamic balance.
Always seeking stasis. Always disrupting stasis.
     Rise. Fall.
Sound is how we perceive turbulence in the air.
We hear nothing at an equal balance point.
The more out of balance, the louder the sound.
Our lives are also greatly amplified by imbalance. 
     Peak. Valley.
A kite dancing in the wind absently held by a child’s hands.
Its quality of life and usefulness tightly wound within the string
  tethering it to the earth. 
Does the kite realize its true source of freedom
  is held within the tensile strength of cotton threads?
A kite’s life ends when the string snaps.
     Tension. Release.

     The Morae are expert seamstresses. 
     Weaving the tapestries of history.

Father, tie me tightly to Your lamb’s arm.
Let Your spirit howl through me and lift me closer to You.
Help me to fulfill Your will in my life.
       I love You.
       Amen.