Jubilee

a thousand seconds of smiles

are poised ready for the Jubilee

when we'll loose the cosmetic smells and shells

masking our identity

when we'll shake off the hampered flesh

and skeletons of our post-edenic selves

when the Wind blows through our bones

rattling them to life with soul

we'll dance nakedly fresh

bumping each other with estatic joy

*How does one go about searching, looking for lost visions, lost hopes in an atmosphere of dreams and lust?  Much appears a dread river flowing with the dust of revenge and sour tea, moving toward the "whatever" shipping through the lips of degenerate guides.

*Reflections of Frederick Buechner:

  -Perhaps there is no gift more precious than the gift of spontaneity, the ability of certain men and animals to act straight and fresh and self-forgettingly out of the living center of who they are without the paralyzing intervention of self-awareness.

  -If the world is sane, then Jesus is mad as a hatter and the Last supper is the Mad Tea Party.  The world says, Mind your own business, and Jesus says, There is no such thing as your own business. The world says, follow the wisest course and be a success, and Jesus says, follow me and be crucified.  The world says, Drive carefully - the life you save may be your own - and Jesus says, Whoever would save his life will lose it, and whoever looses his life for my sake will find it.  The world says, Law and order, and Jesus says, Love.  The world say, Get and Jesus says, Give.  In terms of the worlds's sanity, Jesus is crazy as a coot, and anybody who thinks he can follow him without being a little crazy too is laboring less under a cross than  under a delusion. 

  -...a distaste for dying is twin to a taste for living, and again I don't think you can tamper with one without somehow doing mischief to the other.