identity
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Incarnation
We,the children of incarnation,hereby declarethat we are not one,but many.We are composite;we are alloy. Pure? No, never.Emphatically. We are the cross-bred childrenof the cross-bred children,of the original parents–the melding of divinity and humanity,as was intended,as was anticipated. We,arethe childrenof messy,… Continue reading
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“You Are What You Love”
Rumi suggests,"You are what you love."What then are you? I am silence.I am friends.I am a photograph revealing the unexpected.I am a poem provoking discovery.I am a walk in the woods.I am music.I am wonder.I am God. Text… Continue reading
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Your Thoughts
A constant parade of thoughts–your thoughts–passses by your front porch: anxious thoughts, angry thoughts, fearful thoughts… You nod to some,wave to others,but you do not have to invite them in. Let them grumble on without you. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk… Continue reading
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Odd Company
You hang with questionable companions: loneliness, suspicion, fear, anger, hurt… Why cultivate such company?With these kinds of friends,who needs enemies? Say, then,"I've lost interest in you.I have a life to live,and you're taking uptoo much time and… Continue reading
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Identity
I love the stuff of which I'm made:the brightening sky, the darkening shade,a heart that glows with generous heat,a soul that treads to death's dark beat,a varied mix of eclectic stuff,of heaven and hell, the smooth, the rough.I'm forth and… Continue reading
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Flotsam
Dis-identifyfrom your thoughts.You are not the things you think. Thoughts are your mind at work– often obsessed, often distracted, often distressed, often wrong. Your thoughts are not you;they are games your mind playsto amuse itself. Let… Continue reading
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Answering the Call
Do you hear that?It's loving calling you,calling you to let go. What's the worst that could happen?You could lose yourselfand find eternity. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Credo
Sleep in the dark awarenessof God as God is–unknowable, waiting, ready. Here we find faith. Here we lose self. Here we become love. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Pink
He walked out of his bedroomwearing his pink sweatshirt.At age five, it was his favorite. "He's wearing pink,"said his grandfather. "Yes," said the boy's mother."He likes pink.It's his favorite color." "But it's pink." "Yes, it's pink."the boy walked past themand… Continue reading