In the silver forest of my mind you sit and wait for me my Lord
You have waited lifetimes

The great white oaks that surround you dance in the full yellow moon and sing of Your Love.
You draw near to me, you’re endless; stretching out in time and space.

My attention to this moment recalls my joy and pain; I surrender at Your feet.
How can I master the complexities of my mind, so easily forgetting You?

Within this I am wavering on the surface of existence.
I want to be fully awake

In the urban jungle of my world you sit and wait for me my Lord.
You will wait lifetimes.

Illustration Friday is one of a multitude of projects on the web with the simple desire to unite minds across the globe and to share inspiration and creativity. In my eyes it is a simple example of how the web can be used to establish a worldwide family.

It is a very simple concept. Each Friday, a theme is given and anyone around the world can illustrate the topic and then submit a link to their illustration from the website.

Anyone is free to suggest a topic and any aspiring or established artist can interpret the theme.
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After 15 years of the humble magazine for “spirituality and social change”, New Renaissance has launched a blog site: www.newren.org

New Renaissance takes a look at the world around us and imagines a future based on spiritual ethics and ecological practices. Writers and reviewers are encouraged to get involved.

Silver drops, horizontal on train’s window.
Mind meshed in problems’ ebb and flow.
Flitting finch flashes - the deafening blow,
“Everything is Him”. I know. i know.

A glimpse, a gleam in eagle’s eye
Behind the bars, as I pass by.
A call, a shriek of irony,
Tells me my cage is just a lie.

Another Cuboid poem I wrote recently. The concept of cuboid poetry is that while it sits in this rigid square structure of 4 lines, 4 rhymes, 4 beats/line, it always alludes to something outside of the box, something cosmic. I started experimenting with this form because I feel it is a way of saying that although we live in this society of square buildings and straight roads, that our minds can still remain free and roam outside of these boxes.
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