The song of mortals transformed and swallowed by Life.

::this quizzical triune plurality::

but if only to find your company in my loneliness,

your justice in my anger,

your acceptance in my guilt

and your comfort in my breaking.

without these imperfections, i could never hope to know your perfect love.

::how breathless and how wondrous is the pursuit of eternal life::

in my heart of hearts i know that there is a world i was made for, a world so different to this. and every so often i catch a glimpse of it and i ache from a place in me i didn't know existed.

We can do no great things, just small things with great love.

- Mother Teresa

in order to imagine a new world, you must make space in your mind and liberate your imagination from the clutches of what we are told.

i desperately want to be free from the bottomless pit of consumerism, the never satiated beast of ownership and instant satisfaction. i want to stop being obsessed about what i achieve.

because i have truly come to believe that i am enough because YOU are enough. you gave me life and breath and now you offer me an alternate existence, the chance to dream.

and so, i begin the process of exodus, the setting apart of my mind, my entire being... so that i am a vessel for dreaming, a portal of entry for Life to burst through. so that through my life, a life set apart, i may co-create this new world... the dream conceived at the dawning of beginnings, the dream that aches to be born and see this empire come to it's knees.

We won't be held down by compromise,

It never made me strong.

-life in your way

Cast aside every weight and every compromise

that so easily entangles us,

staying true and not giving up,

looking to the One

who both began and will perfect the work of freeing us.

THIS was the JOY set before Him,

that motivated Him to endure the cross,

despising it's shame.

I'm caught in the vacuum between bad memories and hopeful dreams.

I'm trying to decide if I listen to my cautious head or my love-sick heart.

Holding onto the tatters of a life I've both constructed and pulled apart,

I'm ready to surrender if only I knew my cries didn't fall on deaf ears.

I'm willing to die to my old life, If only I knew for sure that you died for me.

If this is more than a myth, a story, a blind stab in the dark...

Then you know I'd follow you until the end.

I'm not looking for glory, or honour, or recognition.

I'm just looking for TRUTH.

I'm scarred that this is all wishful thinking, a fabrication to make life easier,

an intellectual construct to deal with the pointlessness of reality.

I'm so scarred that all of this is truer than you.

I would sell it all, give it all, to see past all the intellectual bullshit, the theories, the ideas and the endless analysis.

If I could see the HEART behind it all, the TRUTH, the ALL,

the only life and reason that all love exists in the first place,

then I would pour myself out, I would happily become a fool to possess the treasure of your love and to KNOW.

I want to be changed by love that knows no limit,

by love that kills selfishness,

by love that makes me limitless and makes me free.

Because you are freedom, your love is endlessly forgetful of my failings.

You are LIMITLESS.

Photography - Jurgen Teller

Daughter of God, today is the day you remember who you are:

A Queen of Creation, made for Glory.

Remove the confines of your small imagination

and allow the limitless, boarder-less One to define you.

Take off your shame-heavy clothes and your tear soaked tunic

You are crowned in stars and adorned with light.

There is nothing to fear, there is nothing to hold you back anymore.

You have been given authority to challenge small minds and lies

shaking the earth with truth and wild beauty.

...don't be afraid of who you are...

- Caitlin Shearer

I am frail and dusty like the wings of a moth...

So then why do I feel like I'm meant to live forever?

won't you let me take a peak?

I wish I could tug at the fabric of this world's curtain and pull it apart ever so slightly so I could peer into the next one. I think if only I knew what was next, I could ensure that I live properly and make this life mean something.

I'm not too happy about the idea of drawing conclusions about something for which there is no evidence. And there is no one to ask because the wisest of us can only cling to speculation.

I know people say "this is where faith comes in". But how do you choose which faith when there are so many? All of them conflicting and yet united over one point: WE most certainly are absolutely right.

How lovely it must be to have faith. Assurance. To shut the doors of the mind to all those gaping questions.

Belief is a pillow you buy to rest your weary head on and make life more comfortable. Faith is the warm blanket you cover yourself with in this cold, endless universe. And you can crawl so deep under the covers, like you did when you were a child. You can forget where you are and feel, for the first time since you were small, COMFORT.

I don't know that I am allowed this luxury.

But from the bottom of my heart I know that I want to make this life count. And the only thing i know that matters is loving and struggling to keep my heart open. I don't know how I know that this is important or why the desire to keep struggling runs so deep in me. All I know is that when I do this, I become alive and it gives dignity to my existence.