A Celtic Song

softly upon the dewy grass
our feet play games with ladybugs
they twist and twirl and lighty fall
and flatten down a grassen rug

the jig I dance is not exclusive
shared by the sun, and by the wind,
by the fawns, the butterflies
and by you, my dear old friend

we laugh and dance,
they dance along,
while the blue sky sings
a celtic song

and the green of my eyes
matches the summer trees
while yours gleam brighter
than the sunlit bees.

and our laughter joins
the birds' sweet songs
and it's exactly like
we're singing along

and the wind catches our hair
and it carries it around
as it does with the sweet scent of summer
and every glorious sound

while we laugh and dance,
they dance along,
and the blue sky sings
a celtic song

and as the sun sets down
we grow quite tired
and we lay upon our flattened grass
and stare up into blackened mire

slowly, stars blink on
small sparks of glory
and we find laughter again
at a remembered story

and one shoots across
and we shout, and wish
did we wish the same?
perhaps at similar-ish

either way, the night grows cold
we sleep upon our grassen sheet
a necessary joy, for on the morrow
we will start again with dancing feet

we will laugh and dance,
and they'll dance along,
while the blue sky sings
a celtic song

Ecclesiastes 3

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,

   time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

What do workers gain from their toil?  I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.  I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live.  That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God.  I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear him.

Whatever is has already been,

and what will be has been before;

and God will call the past to account.
 And I saw something else under the sun:

In the place of judgment—wickedness was there,

in the place of justice—wickedness was there.
I said to myself,

“God will bring into judgment

both the righteous and the wicked,

for there will be a time for every activity,

a time to judge every deed.”

[...18-21...]

So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work, because that is their lot. For who can bring them to see what will happen after them?

groundhog... ten minutes?

So I've been trying to clean my room (a process that would take maybe TEN minutes) for the past hour or so.
I'm practically caught in a time loop.

see, I noticed my room was messy, and I have a friend coming for a sleepover tomorrow, so I figured I'd clean it tonight before I hit the hay. Well, I decided that pandora would be a great thing to accompany my cleaning, so I went to my computer to turn it on. I clicked open my internet browser and thought 'hmm, while I'm here, I might as well check facebook! oh, yeah, I still haven't messaged my friend like I meant to earlier. I'll do that!'
well, I get on facebook, spend five minutes creeping random people's profiles (coughleilacough ;)) and then look at twitter, then tumblr, then see the time and think 'oh goodness, I need to go to bed!'
I turn around from my desk, start walking to my bed, and then realize 'oh goodness, my room is messy, I should clean it for Maria tomorrow!'

I have literally done this five times.
about the fourth time, I finally got the message sent on facebook. that was an achievement.
now, I'm giving up. I'm just going to go to bed. and read. which is not sleeping. ;)

but anyways, that was my time bending moment of the night. sorta. kinda. ;)

It's not insomnia. it's stupidity.

4:30 am is truly a remarkably creative time.
and when you've been writing for six hours... not good writing, not emotional vomit, but boring formal, academic writng... well, you feel even more creative
it is as if you have been struggling against water pushing out through the hole in the dam, and now you can let it go. You've been trying to keep the water from coming out, or make it come out a specific way, but now you can remove your finger and let the water crash over you.
it's a splendid feeling.
of course, if the water drowns you, that is another problem. If you are drowned by sleep, by creativity, if either one (two of the greatest gifts from God, I believe) stifles the other... what to do then? which to choose? both are commodoties, both hard to catch hold of, hard to get time for.
it's a problem.
and problems must be faced head on.
except, at 4:30 am, I lack the focus to face a problem head on. I lack the focus to face a problem anything-on. I lack focus period.
which is why most of my 4:30 am blog posts end up like this, trailing off, strangely poetic and with such potential, but lacking purpose, point, arc & climax, ANYTHING. they are just drabbles of the mind, pointless, trailing, unending drabbles.
I could write random words forever. Just keep writing things, nonsensical things, but that would be of no use! or of some use, perhaps it would amuse me later, perhaps not.
I shall sleep now. I have to wake in two hours. C'est La Vie... *shrug*

<3
LS