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The slideshow you see above is from the work of Kevin Rolly. He is a very talented and inspiring artist living in California. All rights were purchased through Eyekons Image Bank. Please do not copy any of the images. If you would like to purchase the images you can contact www.eyekons.com to inquire as to whether you might obtain this CD collection of "Tributes for Kings: The Stations of the Cross". Should you like to purchase a book of the images, along with descriptive prose from the author, you can go to this link: http://www.blurb.com/books/594511.
To me they represent a memory, filled with images and emotions, and wonder. And they are part of a book I am writing entitled "Miles to Go: the life of God laid bare".
The premise is profound and simple. I believe that 'essentially the Bible is the love story we all want to live'. To live this life we must become One with someone else. It can be any one else, a child, a friend, a lover, a companion, just another particular person, in our own particular time, in our own particular life. While it can be anyone it must be Someone. Anything less is a fantasy vulnerable to our manipulations and imaginative fantasy. Love must be experienced in the real world of dialogue and relationship. It can't be known by 'thinking about it' or 'dreaming of it'. It must come through the crucible of relationship. Just one time we must give ourselves away so that another might raise us up. And along that journey we will experience life and if we hold the course till the very end; real love. There is not another way, no shortcut, no easy road. This is the way we meet God on a deep level.
It really is the road less traveled. But it's powerful. And complete. And found in most of the songs we love, the movies we watch, and the stories we listen for. We are so hungry. And sometimes we don't even know it. We just long for...always long for.
'I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
My own face
Oh, brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin´away On the streets...
'and my clothes don't fit me no more...I've walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin' `
--Bruce Springsteen
Let us stand for right ...till we, all together, we....reach the higher ground.
Higher Ground | Playing For Change from Playing For Change on Vimeo.
—Franz Kafka, from a letter to Oskar Pollak dated January 27, 1904.
Friday, May 18, 2012 at 01:09AM 
“Altogether, I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book we are reading doesn’t shake us awake like a blow to the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we’d be just as happy if we had no books at all; books that make us happy we could, in a pinch, also write ourselves. What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us. That is what I believe.”
time in babylon by emmylou harris
Monday, April 16, 2012 at 12:56AM
PUSH THE ARROW ABOVE TO HEAR THE SONG
I place it hear to remind us of the intoxication of the militaristic consumerist story that we live below. May we blow the horn, sound the alarm, wake the caretakers, before all the children fall under the spell of the pied piper. This is prophetic imagination come to the 21st century.
Five-lane highway danger zone
SUV and a speaker phone
you need that chrome to get you home
doin time in Babylon
cluster mansion on the hill
another day in Pleasantville
if you don't like it take a pill
doin time in Babylon
in the land of the proud and free
you can sell your soul and your dignity
for fifteen minutes on TV
doin time in Babylon
so suck the fat, cut the bone
fill it up with silicone
everybody must get cloned
doin time in Babylon
little boy blue come blow your horn
the crows are in the corn
the morning sky is red and falling down
the piper's at the till
he's coming for the kill
luring all our children under ground in Babylon
we came from apple pie and mom
thru Civil Rights and Ban the Bomb
to Watergate and Vietnam
hard times in Babylon
rallied round the megaphone
gave it up, just got stoned
now it's Prada, Gucci and Ferron
doin time in Babylon
get results, get'em fast
we're ready if you got the cash
someone else will be laughin last
doin time in Babylon
so put that conscience on the shelf
keep the best stuff for yourself
let the rest fight over what is left
doin time in Babylon
little boy blue come blow your horn
the crows are in the corn
the morning sky is red and falling down
let your song of healing spark
a way out of this dark
lead us to a higher and a holy ground
tupac to vincent
Tuesday, February 28, 2012 at 11:22AM A creative heart, obsessed with satisfying
this dormant and uncaring society
you have given them the stars at night
and u have given them
Bountiful Bouquets of Sunflowers
but 4 u there is only contempt
and though u pour yourself into that fame
and present it so proudly this world
could not accept your masterpieces
from the heart.
So on that starry night u gave 2 us
and u took away from us
the one thing we never acknowledged
your life.