man and God

your whims and your fancies, take over.
race to race, generation to generation,
your ugly head, turning, destroying,
obliterated, we stand.
against you, and yet, scared and afraid.
that small ball of trembling light
inside the deepest darkest recesses of the woman's heart.

"why can't there be less TNA (tits and ass) girls and more library girls?" - nice one, E__, or should i say, nice one, Sarah? ;) somehow i can't seem to get that quote out of my mind... why can't there be less TNA-seeking males and more library males?

I am now a woman in love with DH Lawrence. away from the madness and silliness of the christmas frenzy, i absconded to the national library today and spent an hour reading DHL. a unique and accurate genius, DHL seems to be providing for me what solace i've attempted seeking in the harried people of this world.

"Every day, she went down to the cypress tree, among the cactus grove on the knoll with yellowish cliffs at the foot. She was wiser and subtler now, wearing only a dove-grey wrapper, and sandals. So that in an instant, in any hidden niche, she was naked to the sun. And the moment she was covered again she was grey and invisible.
Every day, in the morning towards the noon, she lay at the foot of the powerful, silver-pawed cypress tree, while the sun strode jovial in heaven. By now she knew the sun in every thread of her body. Her heart of anxiety, that anxious, straining heart, had disappeared altogether, like a flower that falls in the sun, and leaves only a little ripening fruit. And her tense womb, though still closed, was slowly unfolding, slowly, slowly, like a lily bud under water, as the sun mysteriously touched it. Like a lily bud under water it was slowly rising to the sun, to expand at last, to the sun, only to the sun.
She knew the sun in all her body, the blue-molten with his white fire edges, throwing off fire. And, though he shone on all the world, when she lay unclothed, he focussed on her. It was one of the wonders of the sun, he could shine on a million people, and still be the radiant, splendid, unique sun, focussed on her alone."

-Sun. D. H. Lawrence

Like a blossoming flower, facing the sun, i yield and i turn about paths He leads. in everything, for the best. For the best in everything. :)

it's so funny how things work out... it's so funny how millieus make us see the same world differently. i wonder, what coloured lens am i seeing the world with today??? how many types of lens have i acquired from the people i meet, the friends i hang out with, the background i come from, the events that have happened, the things i have seen, the height i have grown? so if this is the case, and we are thereby shaped by the environments we are in, is there such a thing as a correct way of living? is there such a thing as an absolute right or wrong behaviour? why are some people deemed outcasts in society when they are just seeing the world through different lenses? do we, seeing them, put on different lenses to view them?
"let him who is without sin cast the first stone." ,"all things to all men"... not quick to judge, but seeking to understand. switching lenses, switching sides, getting both sides, all the time. only by His strength are all things possible. Amen.