Looking For The Man In The Sky Or

Hi.

I'm looking for someone. Sometimes I think he might be a man in the sky, but he's not a man and I'm not sure he's above me either. Moth says she used to think in prayer. I understand. I want to live a prayer, many many prayers upon prayers until the end... if there is one. Help me find this creature that guides the universe through centuries of destruction and inpiration. Tell me. Is the road filled with yellow bricks or is it a brambly path in South America? Are the stairs located in the crumbling park near my house or do they exist in Ireland the home I've never been? Are these things enough to get me there?

Dear God. It is Christmas day, but this holiday is meaningless to me. I don't believe in the Christmas Carol, that we make good on this day. A whole lot of pretending, a whole lot of false smiles and the prices go up on all the pretty glitter things that will be thrown out the window soon enough. I don't want pretty things!... I mean... I do want them yes I do, but I want....

.... an image, a sound, a taste, a feeling. Is that what a prayer is? A blanket of feeling for the numb! A medal of courage for the cowardly! A tree of wisdom for the naive! We're so naive.

Hi. I'm looking for a man in the sky. At least, that's what I was told to look for. I think I see glimpses of him thinking back on all these years. How many of us are looking for a constant guiding hand... my God comes and goes, yes he's far behind now I am riding this contraption alone looking for a letter looking for something... yeah..

So, y'all? What abstract shit are you looking for?

So rambles Eireann.

eireann... do you mind if I put the above on my website? http://www.nbtsc.org/~becca/beauty

I'm looking for a sunrise.

One sunrise that will make everything worth it.

I'm looking for balence. Enough good to make the bad ok.

I'm looking for a hand to hold, some source of warmth that isn't as heavy as the 7 blankets on my bed.

And I'm looking for a sunrise. One moment that will take my breath away, one moment that will erase the pain from memory, one moment that will last...

I don't know what will happen when the sun has risen and it's over.

thanks for this page, Eireann. :)

I am looking for conscienceness, my higher self, awareness, self-realization, enlightenment... I want to wake up.

JesseBorges

I would like to tell you what I'm looking for, but I don't know what it is, myself. I've been looking for it for a long time, so you'd think I'd have figured out what it is by now. I haven't, though.

I imagine it's something grand, something big and bright and well worth the search. Perhaps it's something so massive and great that it's uncomprehendable.

I have ideas about what it might be.

Maybe it has to do with spiritual things: enlightenment, The Answer to Everything, being one with The Source. Maybe it has to do with relationships or community: acceptance, true love, being one with others. Maybe it has to do with direction: Finding purpose, doing true work, having a passion for something.

Maybe it's none of those. Or maybe it's all of them. Who knows?

-Katherine

 What I am looking for....
 *thinks*
 (........................) 
 I find
 ,yes. 
 I find what I look for (or what I look for finds /me/)when it    
 happens...
 It always seems right on time.
 And sometimes, I find things I wasn't even looking for, and those
 are good too.

• this is not a poem, yo. I am just experimenting with lines and punctuation.

Anyways, I just wanted to note that religion and spirituality and all that stuff... they are processes. I don't want to know everything now. Really. I like finding out. I like not knowing. I like being. especially now, and happy. I like knowing what other people think about all these kinds of things. </ramble>

Odd. How I knew right away. Escape. And it was waiting for me, the whole time, that one word, what I want right now, sitting on the outside of my thought, riding the waves til i caught it. Escape. As to caper.

From. Angre, death, stagnant being. Saturday afternoons spent dreaming, being wakened, weeping for the dream gone. How to discover my passion, my God? when sitting unawakened and dreaming. I see glimpses of my true purpose, in the lazy hazy nothingness of dream. ~wind.

God. Such a weighty word, a dangerously comfortable concept. I'm down with everyone else's God, and can be comfy with the idea of Him when it's theirs. But mine... that cuts to the quick.

I believe in C.S. Lewis and the Pope, St. Augustine and Paula Cole and the Book of Ecclesiastes.

To believe in God is to belong to your conscience.

Jesus is easier.

becca

I've studied. people and books. And Jesus is the best thing that could ever happen to us. Christian can be iffy, they are human after all. I've made the mistake of worshipping humans. It doesn't work. Actually I haven't, that was just for my general public to feel that I am a faulted person. Which I am.

If I ever did see Jesus, I'd believe double-quick. I almost do now. I do...but deep down, I don't really think I'll ever die. I've...come too close too many times to believe it's real.

Christians scare me. A helluva lot. I think a real church would be more like you guys. A bunch of people, full of life and vigour and venom, willing to listen, not above anyone. Above anyone. My dad doesn't like the idear of being above anyone. I do. I think we put ourselves where we are, and if you deny the fact that some are above others, you limit yourself and your friends to the bottom of the chain.

Random rant.

Sorry.

I want so badly to have a god, to belong. I don't belong in the church...I tried. I'mma gonna keep on trying. Forever. I believe in absolutes, in life and love and that one person could be perfect. I believe in fairy tales, that one day my prince will come with the clouds and carry me of to paradise. I believe all my imperfections could be washed off. I believe.

I believe in Jesus...

~Wind~