Love is My Religion

by Archie on December 21, 2011

Judging people based on opinions, political views, if they have similar interests to me or any other random yardstick is not a good way to build trust. Trust is built by the actions of an individual in the moment and not by if we ally ourselves with similar causes or moralities. This is one of the reasons I have such a hard time with the concept of church. An organized church typically brings people together who share a similar framework for how they want to live life. But living life by this dogmatic approach does not mean we share the same core, heart values. Those values are shown through in every waking moment with another person. How I am treated by another is truly the way to find my spiritual family. These people can be found in the most of unexpected of places.

When I find someone who treats me as if I am important to them is the person I want in my life. I’m not even sure I know how to quantify this in words. It’s a felt sense when I spend time with a person. A feeling that I can open my heart fully to them, for better or worse. A sense of inherent trust that can’t be manufactured or created inorganically. A soul partner in this life. These are the people of my tribe, that I crave to surround myself with. There is not much that is unclear in a relationship such as this, cards are laid on the table and the level of comfort with a friend such as this rivals that of a lover.

An open heart, that’s the feeling I keep chasing these days. What makes me feel solid and free to be myself. I am beautiful, capable and fun. My friends should support me in being this to the best of my ability. I should support them too and strive to be that person for them. Money is a fear I have been working through around this. I strive to spend more money on my friends and show them I care for them by using their professional services as frequently as possible. This seems so simple, but is easy to forget. I want my friends to succeed and I want to be instrumental in that success. To believe in them is to believe in myself. They are an extension of me in the greater reality that I surround myself with.

These are the ABC’s of relationship. Love one another, reflect each other’s beauty and support each other through all of it. Let go of those who don’t support this vision. They may come around naturally, but they cannot be forced into this position. I care for my health and well being and I am not afraid of demanding more of this from those around me. Eating well and taking care of my body physically contribute to a fuller experience of the world around me.

The physical level of my reality forms the baseline from which I see everything. If I am not functioning at my peak I subject my reality to the same lack of function that my body is experiencing. My health pervades all things that I surround myself with and it influences all that I interact with. The brain and subsequently the limbic system is the last frontier for my body to transport nutrients to and therefore is the first thing to function poorly if my body is in disharmony. Taking care of my body feeds my emotional self to function at its peak and allows for me to live the life of love that I desire.

I vow to spend more money on my health. This is paramount to my development and is an investment in my future. I invest in my future. I have financial investments so that I may maintain the life that fulfills me, and on a similar level I need to invest in my physical self to preserve my future. I am worth it and deserve the best for my self. My physical reality is no different than my spiritual reality and one feeds the other.

I vow to recognize more fully the spiritual connection to mundane, everyday tasks. I will do my laundry with love and excitement. I will drive my vehicle remaining heart connected to other drivers and with compassion for their situation. I will laugh lovingly in the face of anger, whether it be others or my own. I will love every moment.

Love is my religion. My religion has no walls, there is no church and there are no leaders. We lead ourselves collectively, we all communicate with the universe directly in every moment. The only rule is Love. The only guide is intuition. There is only one authority and it is the self. The authority may be wrong, refer back to the only rule for more clarity.

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Long Past Midnight

by Archie on October 14, 2009

Following funny fingers,
flickering by infatuated flesh.
She finds comfort in embraces
long past midnight.

Flight,
into gentle arms
laden free of troubled past.
What will last?

Only afraid of
what might come next.

Foreign bodies feeling out
the space between.
It’s a vitruvian dream
of perfection.

Understanding these things
that happen past midnight.

Work nights blown,
caution to the wind
meeting a gentle friend,
an hour past pumpkin time.

Searching for the divine,
a trip into the unexpected.
Journey into darkness,
into a felt bliss,
another carrier of consciousness.

It’s all in the wrist,
and the hips,
feminine fingertips.

A look from pale blue eyes
makes me blush,
a rush
of fluid to waiting capillaries.

It’s really quite scary
to look into a strangers eyes,
lose my disguise
to unarming grace.

The world love is a waste
in the presence of such a feeling.

I’m still reeling,
and it’s been a day,
truly afflicted.

Smitten,
some would say.

No roll in the hay
could provide such power.

A precious flower
in a patch of daisies.
Subtle movements amaze me,
even ratted hair drives me crazy.

How is it she phases me?

Archie Underwood
5/1/2009

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Love Is.

October 7, 2009

Love wraps you up in comfort, in safety. Love does not uproot the tree but gently prunes the branches, sweeps up leaves in fall, and composts the seasonal shift. Love is gentle and yielding, soft and open, calm and assertive. Love is free of judgment, of fetish, of false platitudes. Love is easy. Love is [...]

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Fevered Visions

September 25, 2009

When I was young I dreamt standing up, fever pushing one-oh-four… When I was young I dreamt standing up, the real is what I look for… When I was young the ice swirled around the bath, the thermometer couldn’t do the math. Sleeping in a puddle of sweat, waking embarrassed my bed is wet. Temperature [...]

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Untitled

September 7, 2009

Anarchic sensations disturb order. Archaic ruminations brought to the fore. Vulnerable once again, caught in sunlight after many a dark day. No shade. Forlorn shadows beckon this creaky heart, dislodged after all this time. Broken free of its stable holding pattern. Gone missing from its well-worn throne. The priestess has torn this fast beating, bloody [...]

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Tangible Zen: dichotomy of permanence

August 31, 2009

Searching for something permanent I mark my skin. Looking for a way to begin again, a new walk of life, rebirth my soul, allowing my heart to let go. It’s permanence now lives on my skin, constant reminder of where I’ve been. It was not my… it is now my skin. I’m staking a claim, [...]

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Lightening Strikes Twice

August 19, 2009

They say lightening never strikes twice, but the fire in my belly is electric, I’ve felt this flame before. Burnt to the core. My skeleton’s smoldering, flesh feeding electric currents, surging through my liquid body. This sack of fluid burnt bones rest in makes an ample conductor for this moment of truth. As flesh falls [...]

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Muse

August 14, 2009

Buzzing body’s fill vacant space, emptiness recoils in agony, blown free… These sparks ignite ashes, returning from dead coals, revitalizing stagnation. Doubt looms, over this darkened heart filled with light. This sad creature given form once more, a smile once brutalized. Scars still apparent; mouths corners upturned. Sweet sadness rushes forth, something old and beautiful, [...]

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Hold Me

August 10, 2009

Legs cramped, stuck in this plasticized mold. Hold me back from experience. Hold me so I forget what’s outside. Hold me contained in safety. Falling out of these arms leaves me with no skin, fluttering, formless. Freedom scares me, how dare me release the net. I obviously haven’t let go of it yet. Makes me [...]

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A “Just” Cause

August 2, 2009

I paid my penance, but there was no fee. It was just my own mind bargaining to be let free. Striking a deal with the devil that owns me. What is the price to be owned like a slave? Born in debt, born a sinner, born to owe for what I am. Born _never_ to [...]

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