Eat, Drink, Be Merry, Smile

It’s about LOVE.

Unconditional LOVE.

And having a really good time.

Really.

♥~♥~♥

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“So I commend the enjoyment of life, because nothing is better for a man under the sun than to eat and drink and be merry. Then joy will accompany him in his work all the days of the life God has given him under the sun. ”

~ Ecclesiastes 8:15

 

*How much clearer can it be? How many ways can it be said? How many times must the message be sent?

Dear Ones, 

I love you. I made you. I AM you. 

Live. Laugh. Love. Have fun. Experience joy. Grow. Smile.

That’s the point. 

With Love, 

The Creator ~ The One ~ The Great I AM

(aka GOD)

The Creator

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I AM the Creator.

The Creator?  He is me.

Together we developed

This form

Of divinity.

A spark of life,

The journey’s strife,

Each lesson learned therein,

Uncover beauty unrevealed

Yet nestled in the plan.

I AM divine.

I do create.

You, too, conspire with me.

Together

We

Essentially

Create Eternity.

And we’re doing a damn good job.

Creator:

  • one that creates usually by bringing something new or original into being
  • a person who grows or makes or invents things
  • one who creates

To Create:

  • To cause to exist; bring into being.
  • To give rise to; produce.
  • To produce through artistic or imaginative effort. 

Create:

cause, lead to, hatch, occasion, give life to, install, bring about, make, form, produce, invent, develop, coin, design, initiate, generate, formulate, compose, establish, devise, originate, give birth to, spawn, dream up, appoint, make, found,  concoct, set up, beget, invest, bring into being or existence… 

Repeated Passion Play

Seems I’m delving into the dark side…

 

 

We take it all so literally. Let’s consider the story metaphorically, universally…

 

It’s iconic.

Ironic.

This repeated passion play.

I could prostrate myself,

Allow your scourge to freely flay.

It would not be enough.

You’d come back another day.

Angry.

I could struggle through the darkness

Of our shared Gethsemane,

Let you revile, defile, deny me.

It would not be enough.

You still would fail to see.

Resentful.

I could walk to Golgotha,

Accept your jabs and barbs,

Wear your crown of thorns.

It would not be enough.

You’d still want more.

Vengeful.

I could climb the mount to Calvary,

Hang there upon the crux,

Naked, mocked and doomed.

It would not be enough.

You’d rub salt in my wounds.

Righteous.

It’s useless, this processional, repeated passion play.

Then, Aha!

Perhaps the change to make’s not yours,

But mine.

Okay…

I’ll completely shift my focus.

Look inside.

My will be thine.

*Footnote:  Here’s the thing… I let it, allowed it, chose it. Freely. Now that’s ironic.

To Robert Browning, With Love

“What’s the earth

With all it’s art, verse, music, worth–

Compared with love

found, gained, kept?”

~ Robert Browning

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 Dear Robert,

You got it mostly right. This world ~ with all it’s art, verse, music ~ simply would not be, without love. Love is the root of adornment and adoration. Love is the reason for it all.

Love ~ found, gained, kept ~ is at the bottom of everything worthy of aspiration. Love is the aspiration.

Romantic love, friendly love, passionate love, familial love. Love of the creator. Love for fellow men. Love for loving’s sake.

I AM what I AM, you are what your are, we are who we are… in love, through love, by love, because of love.

Deny love - deny yourself.

Love. The opposite of fear. And we all know the only thing to fear is fear itself.

Think on that for a bit.

 

 

 

Sonoran June

 

I AM here.

In the garden.

~

Early morning dawns with promise

Cool air kisses me hello

Quail’s familiar two-beat comment

Letting his companion know

I AM here.

Pre-dawn light, the garden beckons

Heat has not yet scorched the day

Scent and scenery sweetly reckons

What was sown in mellow May.

I AM here.

Harsh now, all the elements be

Searing baulkers, the unwary

But in this early light, I see

The wonders, wrought so perfectly.

They speak to me

Lovingly

Abundantly

Clearly

I AM here.