Adam, Early in the Morning

Addapted/Inspired by: As Adam, Early in the Morning
By Walt Whitman

Adam, Early in the Morning

Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;
Behold me where I pass — hear my voice — approach,
Touch me — touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body.
Be not afraid of the rising of my chest;
Fear not the flurry of my existence.

Rising from the womb of my thought,
Refresh’d with sleep; alive from the flight of this dawn.
Sift your thoughts Adam of mine — Feel my presence.
Know the warmth of my face upon yours — Alive.
Your face is delightful to behold — Your adoration is what I seek.
Sing what is true of this life I have given you,
Hear the breath of my soul and know it to be — Beautiful.

This darkness I have lifted,
This light I have set on fire in thee.
Bring forth your music in it’s shimmering note,
Synchronizing it’s melodious sonnet with the rising of my chest.
Your voice and mine joining the sundry carol of this intrinsic palette.

Rest now Adam of mine. Rest
The moon leaps and the darkness embraces this world I have wrapped you in.
As the light fails you and my face is hidden from your eyes,
Understand my heart for you oh Mirror of my own.
While this darkness takes the celestial canvas and wraps it in mystery,
Know that my heart for you remains — True.

The New Kid On The Block

So you probably know about the whole "metrosexual" gender label that's been going around for a while now.

Well apparently there's "a new man in town."

I never really felt like I wholly fit into the metrosexual category in spite of my propensity for having an opinion on and engaging in conversations covering interior decoration, fashion dilemmas (both for women and men), helping with wedding color schemes, emotionally charged films in general and Jan Austen films in particular and my apparent disdain for organized sports.

I just never knew where to place my more masculine traits such as my love for the outdoors, my inexplicable gravitation toward motorcycles in addition to the words “horsepower”, “meat” and “dude” the ever present desire to blow something up and the fact that I will always find farts amusing if not down right hilarious.

In relation to the article...can you really believe anything a book about "the future of men" has to say that 3 women wrote?

Martyrdom

The value in this social phenomenon is the emblazonment of one’s ideals and actions in life in the minds and hearts of the ones this hero left behind. The danger is that once gone stagnation can occur. The recycling of that said martyr’s accomplishment’s takes place. Innovation & transformation die and the once fertile ground of inspiration & change produces nothing different than yesterday’s fruits.

Please?

Can someone please give me the antidote to this disease called materialism?

What Does It All Mean?

Last night I dreamt I was Sheryl Crow.

I was at a benefit concert for some worth while cause or something and I was the main part of the show.

Anyway in the middle of the concert I realized I didn't know the lyrics to the song I was singing...

because I’m not really Sheryl Crow.

So I went into the back room to look up the lyrics in a three ring binder where apparently Sheryl Crow keeps all of the lyrics to her songs. It was kind of like a cheat sheet I guess. I tried to memorize the lyrics but I couldn’t so I brought the binder out onto the stage so I could read along while I sung.

I soon realized that this looked really stupid and besides, the song just wasn’t going as smoothly as if I were singing it from the heart.

So I stopped singing and the concert was over.

The End

Truth

The truth that all truth is God's truth is a beautiful truth indeed...

freeing us to catch glimpses of the creator in everything we see. In the things we do, in the people we meet, in the places we go, in the experiences we have. Not being afraid to see truth nestled in between the worlds falsity. Not being blinded to the truth being spoken from the liar's lips. Forcing us to redefine the concept of sacred.

Titles

I've decided I want to be a progressively thinking, status-quo challenging, rule bending, life seeking and subsequently God searching, soul satisfied, follower of the way of Christ with a healthy dose of environmental & social justice awareness along with a passion for the underdog (both the born and unborn) that defies being placed in any silly political box and/or category, with a heart that wells up with compassion for anyone and everyone my life happens to wrap itself around, who's ideals refuse to bend under the most extreme pressures of society, knowing what he wants and has opinions that aren't easily moved but not impossibly altered along with a taste for the finer things, a love for the simple ones and a knack for finding value in the inconsequential moment.

What do you think?

Back In The Saddle

Well I'm going back down south. This time to New Orleans. I'm leaving this morning. I'm pumped but not sure what I'll see. I realize I haven't posted anything on my previous trip other than pictures but I'll work on gathering my thoughts.

I'll be back in a week or so.

Keep us in mind when you talk to God.