Poetic Desire.

What do you want from me a new sense of empathy to cover your empty? You wish you created, but you did it sedated. Choose your new drug. Ask me? Mine is from above. That is why I lack nothing as it turns into something. Your nothing turns into more nothing, because you are looking for something in a place with fake filled in holes. Your answer is found in the holes so if you began to dig them out, all the grout, perhaps you would discover your own.

I don’t think they have fully grasped the desire I know. It’s beyond. I’ve seen little, but I’ve gone on to know not to settle on simple. Where is my motive? Success? Popularity? Or the simple ability to be liked for what I can do for you? How can one do something that quenches their own desires, but be selfless tires. It is just ticking waiting to fall out of me. An understanding a story, but its held back by… unseen. Break it open and let it fall out. I enjoy having someone to tell it about. Can’t someone read it and care for it more than they dare ask of it, but my need is deeper. I want to help them see clearer. I write something they don’t know. These escaping me are filling a space within that needed to escape to be refueled for what was hiding behind sort of a cover or curtain to take away the real purpose. In my exhaust, uncertain pain and desire the words enter a place and a need to trade in. We need more than we ask for, but we ask for a lot, but because we don’t know what to ask for we end up with less than we deserve. We see it every day in the way we play the game of love, the way we treat each other. The way we treat that homeless guy on the street. We need love, we ask for love, but our acceptance of love is longed to require little of us. What if our need for love required all we had, then it would be quenched to the depth we are asking, but we are asking holding our tongues, because even in our asking we don’t want to have to give anything up. Don’t ask for the fullness of anything if you haven’t learned the art of release. Love is graspable, but are you willing to let go what is already in your grasp. I would believe it’s false security. A back up plan if you will. Real love never asked for or excused itself to also have room for a black up plan. No love is something that will probably only come to its most genuine point when you’re desperate enough to have nothing over fake. As long as your choosing a false form of something the real won’t appear until it is allowed to draw near because you let go of all its competitors, that were never meant to win in the first place. If you got yourself too far in and you think there is no way out your wrong, each moment exists in a turning point to what you always knew was the right way to go. You don’t have to follow back through the waterfall. You thought the turning back point would require you climb up the slippery slope that you so easily slid down on, I’m going to let you into the secret and say you don’t have to go back that way. Is it going to be easy? No, but it was never going to be easy, every route had a difficult path to understand its real need for genuine requests to be responded to correctly.  You’re down this river deep because each time you glanced at your actual desires you saw difficulty; fear took you over. Fear was never a real existence, just a hope from the opposite to get you not to listen to your own heart as it screamed out even louder than your doubt. Drop your plans now and wander straight to find out how to accomplish your turn to truth and the answer to your lifelong search. Your entering now from some old ground, but the new ground will taste better, patience is better, struggle and go. You’ve got this. Love roots for you to know. You’re better than you let yourself be. The strength you are gaining will help you know you’re worth saving. You were always worth saving. You were always worth love. You worth what is from above, because He wanted you fully all along and now he is excited to see all you are willing to be because your in this together and take it from me, it can’t get any better than to wander together. 

Therefore Possible.

IMPOSSIBLE used to be a nice door to hide behind.

It was as if I was standing with my nose on the door believing because I was so close I could see through it, but the door was solid, I couldn't see through it. I could not even taste it, or smell it. I thought I was in the constant motion of opening that door. I wasn't. Staring solves nothing. Wouldn't it seem that if you looked at a door long enough it would mean you know you are destined for that door. You could spend your whole life with your face on that perfect door and never walk through it. Possible was always waiting on the other side. Sure, a time or two you peaked through the cracks. You knew it existed. Just the fact that there was a door proved you were heading in a direction. Did you take the direction. Do you have a moment of remembering when you turned that handle, because if you don't have that memory you probably haven't had that moment of actually turning. Maybe a moment arrived in your memory, but what happened next? Was it then another forward motion or did you not take a step? or did you turn your back?

Impossible is the door.

You always knew possible was waiting.

Just turn the door handle.

I could talk and talk and talk about what awaits, but if I talk I am not turning. Turning may take a little more focus than most are willing to put in.

Believing you are actually over holding onto impossibility for stability is letting go of the door handle even if the ground looks non-existent. Living in possible is what will take you to where you always belonged. You stared at the door ever since you were young. Those dreams and desires were not just fun and games. Reality of possible could be yours. What is holding you back? What nouns define your door of impossibility standing in the way. Maybe that noun has a title such as boyfriend or girlfriend. Perhaps if you stopped living for the other and you both started living for who God created you to be, you could actually fall in love instead of grasp onto love hoping it won't leave because it is "good enough."

If good enough was love then where is divorce coming from?

Maybe your noun was someone who told you no.

Stop looking for your answers in the security of people.
Start looking where answers are to be found.

That begins with you deciding where answers are to be found.

I can tell you my story and how I got to my belief in God, but you asking Him your own questions will give Him a route to provide you with your own answers directly from Him. He gives pretty straight answers if you ask directly. Of course, I recommend a small dosage of patience. His answers come, trust me, they come even to the specific desperate questions you ask, but His timing may not be what you imagined. Ask expecting, then wait expecting a surprise.

I want possible. I am done with impossible.

Call me the kid with freedom, but what will hold us back any longer?

"With God nothing is impossible."

Alright, You said it, I just opened that door and jumped in. Change my mind in all areas, because opening the door didn't erase my past experience. Surprise still remains my encounter with possibility.

Ask me all the questions you want, I will end most answers with why don't you just ask Him yourself.