Letting God Go

I begin each day with questions only I can answer. I go searching for the myth and meaning that fils every gap within me. Like a pin on the map I remember where I am, somewhere in-between.

These stories, all make believe are closer to scripture than the more obvious will ever be. God will forever remain behind the veil. Communication through light and shadow, pops of color, rhythms and rhyming, never direct, always illusionary. It is when we try to peak behind the many masks, catch a glimpse of the unseen, put a name to infinity, that we are missing the point entirely.

So I am using my peripheral vision, my sight is clearest on it’s edge. I’m finding infinite source in acrylic paint. home-cooked meals, and unmade beds. No desire to un-mask, to shed lights, to try and know the un-knowable. My only wish is to bring faith to all that I create, to bring to life in this physical realm the proof of power in letting God go.

When we loosen our grip we allow All to permeate All. Boundaries soften. We remember where we are. Flesh and blood, in the twisted woods, singing songs of what it must feel like to go home.