Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Eerie moon casts pale blue glow,
Frost-filled air o'er fields of snow,
And Jupiter is rising.
Low and bright off to the east,
Above a wood of shadow beast,
Nightmares settle down to feast,
And Jupiter is rising.
Whiteface stands, a silver peak,
Darkwood forest at its feet,
Tree snaps frozen, heart skips beat,
And Jupiter is rising.
and others think we are scary.
All diners should be wary
because we are fungi.
It doesn't seem to make sense
and it sounds rediculous
but together we are fungi
and alone I am fungus.
The largest living thing on earth,
we are difficult to spot.
Mycelial threads throughout the soil,
a little mushroom at the top.
I travel down the road and wonder
what I've left behind.
I think of where I'm heading and
I wonder if its true,
if the path that is my life
is really leading me to you.
Surely there is something more.
If not home, well then where?
And why is it I can't forget
the sweet smell of your hair?
I long to be completely free,
my life to put on hold.
And sample all there is to see
before I grow too old.
of moon and stars and tide.
I thank you for the blessings
of my family and my bride.
And as the sun is setting
on the first light hints of Fall,
it's life cycling through its seasons
for which I thank you most of all.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
When people first met Jesus, I wonder if they really knew what to expect. At some point, people began to see him as the promised Messiah, and so they had the promises of the Old Testament prophets to guide their expectations. But when Jesus first started his ministry, when he walked along the shore and called out to a few fishermen, what did those fishermen expect. When the crowds began to gather everywhere he went, what were they expecting to hear? When the poor, the lame, the sick began to press in around Jesus, just to see him, be near him, maybe touch his robe – what did the expect?There is who you are, who you want to be, who people think you are, who you try to be for people. There is what other people see in you, what you do or see in yourself. There is what people tell you to do, there is what society tells or compels you to do. There is your conscience, which may be right or wrong.. . .
Sermon by Michael R. Martin – January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Tonight I cannot find the words to express the way I feel. Tonight I cannot find words to express the way I cannot find words. Tonight it is only me & my motel room & the rock in the field behind it. Tonight it is only the gentle, cool breeze & the pleasant warmth of the gray felt cloud cover overhead. Tonight the mosquitoes and I are perched in a moment of time, not far removed from the hum of the highway. Tonight is not a memory. Tonight is tonight. Somewhere between last night & tomorrow morning. Somewhere between the birth & death of a healthy, middle-class, perhaps a trifle spoiled American male. Tonight exists, but here it is shared with no one. Tonight has nothing to offer. Tonight is just tonight, which is enough for me. Perhaps, on a night like tonnight I will sit with someone. And we will share nothing but the night itself. Side by side, we shall sit, exchanging no words. Together our minds will drift in separate dimensions. To share closeness in space will be enough. The true quality of friendship has no words. It is like tonight. Intimate. Indescribable. A moment in itself.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Mar 10, 07:15 AM
Michael - Hi! Just wanted to post a message to say I really, really like 'Thia's Song' - Its beauty for me is with the meaningful lyric which you deliver beautifully with just the right amount of pathos ...and I loved to the simplicity but sophistication of the melody. I've added your song to my ilike list for my friends to see in the hope of sending some folk your way who will hopefully appreciate the song as I do...I personally think the song most worthy of a professional production just for maximum sound quality thats all. It would be well worth the outlay ...its quite, quite beautiful :o) All good wishes to you in your career Michael and do keep the songs coming! :o) All the best Sue
Michael R. Martin
Mar 11, 02:40 PM
Thanks, Sue, for the kind comments. There is a great story behind that song. I wrote it for my "baby" sister who had been diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic melanoma. Thanks to a lot of prayers and the good folks at Dartmouth-Hitchcock Cancer Center, she is now 4 years in remission.
Mar 11, 03:54 PM
:o) Now I see why I was able to feel the beauty in the song Michael - You have paid your little sister a most loving tribute and my very sincere best wishes go out to you all - may she continue to stay well for many, many years to come. A pleasure to have met you Michael - albeit 'virtually' :o)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
When the world has made me crazy,
you are calm.
When my life has lost direction,
you are inspiration.
You are comfort when I'm ill.
A companion when I'm well.
A voice I can reoy on.
A shoulder I can cry on.
I owe you everything -- just for being Mom.
1) Stop the pursuit of the mythical "it" - that nonexistant, self-glorifying, heaven-producing magical "something" we sometimes mistakenly call our "real self," which couldn't have less to do with either reality or self.
2) Stop running in the rat race for success. Stand still long enough to become conscious of self and feelings other than lows and highs connected to failures & victories.
3) Get a feeling of yourself in the immediate world again - looking at and really seeing other people's faces, buildings, flowers, streets. Engage in really smellingam tasting, touching - indulging the perceptive senses.
4) Eventually, reorder your priorities, especially those that govern your use of time and energy.
5) Break through, somehow break through the enslavement of compulsive mechanical living to what I've come to call "tranquil aliveness."
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Thursday, January 08, 2009
I once tought I wouldn't change anything because the course of my life made me who I am. Now, I wish I could have split like a hydra at each juncture and followed each path to its conclusion.
And the multitude of me would sit down together in the here and now and decide which path was best, then take that one path and make it real.