peter pumpkin

sin city

mountain hike

I stand transfixed. The steady beat of the rain hypnotizes me. I study my breath as it escapes into the cold night air. Out here I am more than matter. I am an idea. I am a story. Out here I can leave reality and enter a dimension where things make sense. I can look at my life and understand the seasons of joy and trial that brought me to where I am. I can see my potential. I can see the choices placed before me. I become part of the chilled mountain air and nature around me. This is my escape and I will remain here in this timeless dimension of harmony until I feel ready to return home. Eventually, my love is renewed. My resolve is strengthened. And the purpose of my life becomes clear. One day, in life or death, I will unite reality with vision. My goals will be reached. I will be more than an idea; I will be more than a memory. I will be a legend.

my two cents

I would like to bear witness to that which I know to be truth. The world in which we live is heavy laden with disputes and arguments in respect to deity and most are in favor of subjective morality. The enemies of organized religion are mostly rational in their attempts to disprove the existence of a higher being but lose credibility when we realize that their attempts are simply an effort to justify the unquenchable fire of guilt hidden deep within them. Each of us is born with the Light of Christ, or consciousness. There is an innate feeling of right or wrong ingrained in the spiritual DNA of each of us as children of God. There are those who lose these feelings after years of ignoring them, but one thing is certain; when we analyze the actions and thought patterns of our precious children we find objective morality in its purest form. I am a witness to the grandeur of Our Beloved God for He manifests Himself to me in the beauty of nature. All about us in the mountains, streams, flowers, night sky, and so forth, all denote the presence of a Great Architect. Every bit of nature is perfectly crafted to reproduce and live for divine purposes. I know that to be true. The biological and chemical sciences only confirm the brilliance of a Great Creator. I feel comfort and joy in every day with the knowledge that life is not the product of some great chance. Religion is so important for all mankind because it gives purpose and enduring happiness to those that believe. True joy is when what we think, say, and do are in harmony. Those who deny the existence of God do not know exactly what to think and have no rules on what to do or say, thus they are forever withheld from harmonious living and become a product of the chaos and disharmony we see in modern society. I know that God lives. If any of you lack that wisdom, let him ask of God through humble supplicating prayer. It will be made known unto him by the power of the Holy Spirit which shall burn within him, resonating truth into every fiber of his being. I have done this very act, and received answer for myself. I am but one witness; there are millions more. Accept this as a formal declaration to the world that I know there is a loving God.

warm fuzzy

I am adapted to the repetitious life I lead. I have grown accustomed to the menial nature of man. I repeat the same steps, same thoughts, and same dialogue far too much. Why do I repeat the same things everyday and never get bored? What makes me get up in the morning when I play such a small role in society? I sat in nature today contemplating the concept of true self understanding. My pondering led me to a rather simple epiphany. These common trends among us are not bad or good, but they are necessary. It is the extra-curricular activities of our hearts that gives us purpose. It’s love that adds the purpose to life. It’s love that makes every experience unique. It’s love that makes life what it is. One day I will be in love. We will share the world. We will spend or days dreaming of our future, and then we will spend our nights holding on to memories. When she is sad I will comfort her. When she is happy I will laugh with her. When she is lonely I will come to her. When she is sick I will care for her. When she is mad I will listen to her. As the days go by, my love will grow for her. I will pray for her. I will write for her. I will live, for her. I would die for her. Yes. One day. I will be in love. And when that day finally comes, I will start everyday with three simple words.

heart spill canvas

A walk into my heart where I reside will reveal so much more than the puppet shell has heretofore conveyed. Consider this an attempt to repent for the sin of silence. A pen has yet to capture and my mouth has yet to project the beauty of my heart’s untainted revelation to its owner. If one could really capture his true self within, and portray it in art, what would be painted? The dark expanse of the night sky with flickers of brilliance in varying degrees as your perspective shifts. The phases of the moon represent eras of radiance as well as darkness. With every new moon comes rebirth and a step further into eternity. Every direction is exploding with stories untold and places unseen. One might look at my painting and see overbearing shadows, but with the optimists eye conquest is unmasked.