Kindness

Language of the Gods

Standing outside in the midst of a  powerful storm my heart skips a beat and starts pattering in a way that makes me wonder if it only just now began to come alive. I look up at at the lightning filled sky and feel blue electric omniscient tentacles reaching through this matrix of fortitude like a nation of warrior seers incessantly entreating for the illusion to be pierced...and for soul seekers to come forth.

Their tentacles like a life force; energy sparks making a path in allowing me to tentatively walk through the path of darkness in a requisite need to grasp the reality that like a key will lead to unlocking portals of truth and sway the tides.

I'm learning to understand  this complex matrix; to speak the language of the seers and feel the trickling waterfall and sunrays of truths cascade like soothing rain and warm sunshine through the contrasting ominous clouds and faint screams of tortured souls of the lost and bound. A spiral through space and time; where time doesn't exist but instead, an interplay of dark and light seeking to co-exist and adapt in an endless interaction of both calm and turbulent movements throughout the dimensions of space.

I smile at the flirtation of stars, and ponder the messages of clouds both playful and foretelling. I'm comforted by the sheltering alcove of trees as they impart their tales of rooted wisdom which I take with me like talismans in the restricted confines of concrete jungles that sap my energy and have me feeling disconnected from the world I crave. I keep my eyes and heart open for the light messengers and guardians that attract the hopeful in their many shapes and forms from magnificent sunrises and mystical northern displays to the soft protective glow of night lights. I take time to heal in  the bosom of the oceans serenity and meditate in the seclusion of deep valleys and at the peaks of  mountains almost high enough to reach the gods. I  have no secrets from my moon as she is my most trusted and steadfast companion. But mostly I try to remember the teachings of air and her constant reminders to just breathe which in the most trying of times have gotten me through.

It's a spiritual birds eye point of view; that of a soul seeker not subjected to preconceived notions or the limitations and chains of doctrines and religions. Somehow we fell and we fell hard; from intelligent star dust in an expansive playground without walls to an hourglass of ashes where we live to die from point A to B in this short segment they call time.

And it gets darker down this path of babbling souls with bounded wings where many can't hear the whispers of the seers or understand their tongue on the off chance they could hear and so I hold fast to these illusive tentacles as I make my way through.

And then...  I see him.

He looks up and our eyes lock catching my breath for through them I see the reflection of a weary soul that like mine has seen too much and never enough. But unlike the hope that glows in me like an inexhaustible torch his very life source seems to be distinguishing like a burned out match. A chained warrior who had walked the ashes of the lost for too long without the echoing battle crys of his brothers or smiles of loved ones lost in the wormholes of space and scattered throughout ongoing battles of the omniscient ones.

Through his eyes like portals I recognize that place we both call home and I know he could speak the language of the omniscient if he chose. I know we would have a better chance together and longingly I plead in our unspoken language louder than battle cries and more heart wrenching than sobs.

But he seems content to sit there on his charcoal bench with his feet resting in quicksand and his heart smoking while that match burns ever lower.

And I recognize what he has forgotten; this prophesied leader of the awakening, one of the few who has eyes  that shine like windows into our world, so through mine I scream please, please remember that of which you instinctively and innately know you've lost... remember from where we came and what we need to do to go back home.

Reaching out my hand he doesn't budge and I don't know how much longer I can wait in this heated landscape... the buzz of the tentacles get louder and I don't know what to do.

I want to cry but in dehydration I fall to my knees and begin to choke, sucumbing to this nightmarish terrain. All of a sudden the weight of lifetimes and battles are too much to bear and at the verge of giving up I shut my eyes tight against the pang of loss.

Then I feel that omniscient tentacle squeeze my hand and with electric clarity coarsing through every fiber of my being witness their dire vision of epic proportions; a collapse and a rebirth.

At first I feel the pulsating waves of purity and a love undefined by language, untapped by mere human emotions dancing around and embracing every atom of my being. Immensely humled by this long lost embrace, I release lifetimes of tears and heartache because I know I've somehow finally made it to a place of complete belonging that makes our current concept of home seem like a cold lonely place of temporary refuge. That makes our concept of love seem like a fading kiss compared to the infinite trails of light kisses now healing my every wound.  "Welcome home," this omniscient wave of voices say in our own language of unity, "Welcome home."

Then they collectively relay a message that has me looking below and even within the rocking security of this blue wave of love I feel an advancing dismay and disbelief at the scene below.

As if they were protecting me before I now hear the raw sounds of destruction advancing with a darkness that foreshadows ultimate fear and death with flames of black deeper than the darkest night.

I see a beautiful blue and green orb delicate in its fragile place in space and feel the lost souls trapped in the matrix that has them blind to the greatest performance of our existence.

As if in a trance I feel the wave fervently beating over and over and over against our dimensional plane begging us to wake up and see the truth through this veil of disallusion while flames like the fangs and talons of our worse nightmares determinedly bear down closer. Paralyzed by the now collective cries of this blue wave once calm in their initial embrace, now turned turbulent in fear of losing lost souls to the darkness....

The agony is tangible as I feel pulled down in the whirlwind of the collapse that sends shivers up my spine and shockwaves throughout my mind, body, soul and the cosmos. A collapse of unfathomable proportions we have never seen before and a desolation forever imprinted on my soul now scarred with the tortured cries of those who couldn't pierce the veil.

We couldn't save them .....and now defeated and alone I walk the barren landscape in the aftermath of destruction with a sickness of heart more lasting than death.

............And then in an act I thought I was sure to forget a small smile escaped me, for in the darkest of night and through the ashes of the lost I see a beautiful green plant growing against all odds like a phoenix; a survivor of hope that promises rebirth. This precious plant renews my overwhelming love and reflames my inexhaustible torch.

With the vision now over and like a newborn gasping it's first breath I remember to breathe.

With new found strength I kneel by my dark knight and look up into those tortured eyes. Putting my hands over his heart I whisper, "Breathe...."

With a kiss of promise I speak in a language taught by our omniscient wave of love, " Don't close your eyes because they're beautiful. You'll be okay. I promise....  And I won't tell you how I cry cause our tears are the same and what you feel I've felt before and we'll be fine.  If the sky begins to fall and flames come forth we will holdfast and together we will all survive.  And if the dark comes our light will burn more....

But please, don't close your eyes though..... because they're beautiful."

If life is ENERGY

If life is ENERGY, well hell…

I want to be the sunlight that filters through the clouds of majestic streaks and the warm breeze that makes its way across the ocean.

I want to be the white sails whipping valiantly in the wind, the cry of a warrior.

I want to be the leaf that flutters down from that nostalgic oak tree, the stone unturned.

I want to be the blue bird that greets the morning with my song.

I want to be the sunrise and the sunset; the rippling waves in the oceans tide, the shooting stars against a crimson sky.

I want to be the majestic waterfall; drop by rushing drop, and the stream, creek and the river.

I want to be the surge to the storm, the light to the lightening and the reverberation of thunder.

I want to be the gaze that captures you across the room.

I want to be the flame to your fire and the coolness to your ice, your hello and goodbye.

I want to be not one but the two roads that diverged, the journey and the destination. I want to be the mystery.

I want to be the contemplative strum of your guitar…that note.

I want to be the photograph on the mantle above the warm crackling fireplace, the elaborate display of fireworks on the forth of July.

- The epitome of heaven, the perplexity of purgatory and the complexity of the underworld.

I want to be your song. I want to be your secret.

I want to be the nostalgic carving on the tree generations past, the flag that sits stoically at the top of the mountain, triumphantly on the moon!

Hell, I want to be your most embarrassing moment, your bubbling laughter, the sane and insane moments. – Your fever and your reprieve, the revolution and the peace.

I also want to be the first shot you take on your 21^st, the first kiss of romance, your first heartache, the sweet and the sour.

I want to be the deep sigh of appreciation that follows that first sip of coffee in the morning.

                       

I want to be the tears you drop. I want to be the shock, the wonder, the chalice, the truth, and the choice.

I want to be the genie and the wishes, the pirate and the gold, the gypsy and her tales, the magician and his assistant - the pledge, the turn and the prestige. 

I want to be the feeling you get when you’re standing at the precipice of a high place. The butterflies that precede a first date.

Hmmm. - Your favorite blanket, weathered and worn, your fondest bedtime story. 
I want to be the movie you curl up to and the ice cream you eat while you watch it.

I want to be your favorite color … all over. I want to be the most perfect date, the most inappropriate moment, the cat and the mouse.

I want to be whom you wake up to and fall asleep with, your chosen superpower.

I want to be the poison and the cure, the pixie dust and magic wand, the shadow and the light, the past and the future, the real and the make believe, your curiosity, your kryptonite.

I want to be the here and there, the now and then. I want to be that place you call home. I want to be the tribulations of life, the sanctimony of death and the realization of life after that.

I want to be HOPE and I want to be JOY.

After all, what is life without contrast, the black and the white and all the shadows in-between? What is it without a cacophony of sounds and resolute quietness? – The first and the last, the beginning and the end, the dark and the light, the good and bad, love and hate, harmony and discord, the tainted and guilty as well as the pure and the innocent.

And what would life be without its characters? The lover, the friend, the jester, the child, the man, the loner, the fallen, the broken, the wept for, the others, the innocent, the mother, the daughter, the brother, the forsaken, the lost, the forbidden, the disregarded, the heartbroken, the pure, the fool, the self served, the distant, the storyteller, the damsel, the knight, the monster in your closet and the fairy god mother, the kings and queens, gods and demons, the saint and sinner -the HERO and all of their tales.

If life is energy than I want to be all of these things.

And why you ask? Well why the hell not?

Beauty of the Storm

Tempest seas roll as thick black waves crash with a fierceness only briefly tasted by men adventurous enough to traverse into uncharted territory. Flexing it's muscle a cacophony of sound cackles and reverberates though skies streaked with lightening so magnificent in its flickering dance of barely contained power. Whistles of wind breath eerily though the ominous night sky in a whisper of the haunting performance about to ensue, while like an intimate caress, humidity licks my spine. I drink in the succulent sweetness as warm drops of moisture fall in a melodic patter to the floor and with arms wide open embrace... the beauty of the storm.


- Hurricane Andrew Survivor 1992 Homestead, Fla   

Journey

In Quest
The scopes of our mind reaches farther than what our eyes can see
The dimensions of our hearts desire goes deeper than what can be believed
Spirituality is like the eye of a storm …raging without, yet within it is warm
In spirits we link, like stardust at its birth, a twinkle of life flowing forth
The surface is but a reflection, a glimpse of what may be contained
Only by a loved one can the force of another's emotions be tamed
Through this empire of knowledge, for hope within this endless quest
I offer my shoulder, to pause and take rest.

See Through My Eyes & Smile

Are you sad and feeling lonely?

Borrow my perception for a while

And when you shed a tear,

See through my eyes and smile

Because I have a secret

And it’s beckons at every corner

This secret opens doors

Full of happiness and wonder

I have the key to this secret

If you really wish to know

But If I share with you this secret

Promise not to let it go

This secret is a treasure

And must be treated with much care

Because to find it is to remember

Why it is you’re here

Do you want to know my secret?
You already have the key

The secret love, is life

Now make the turn you wish to see.

That Note

The only peace is in accepting you will never fully understand the unknown… and then accept the unknown.

That Note knows me more than anyone I’ve ever known
It undresses me in a way no one can
And takes root in a place no one else can go.

It doesn’t have to tug, it just is
Like a rooted tree intricately gnarled with my memories
Suspended, I’m pulled toward it entranced

It holds me close and kisses my scars…one by one
Emotions unbarred
In a place where I can be led to the stars

That note gives me something no one else can
It envelops me in truth louder than words, more lasting than you or me
I hear it and I believe

I lay down on my bed of clouds each time as if it were the first
And in patterns ages old this beautiful timeless note caresses my soul
I close my eyes and I know I am home

As my song ends in a melodic sigh
I deny the inevitable for I can’t say goodbye
With opened eyes I look to the sky
A lost child torn from the womb of a lullaby

                      
Where only moments before I was enthralled in its dream
Now walking the cobblestone street of reality
And so I will search for it around every corner- and upon every land

I wont give up that familiar hand of hope
You understand don’t you?
I will even search into your eyes and see if it’s there

And cry for I know… It is a lonely road
Because that note… knows me
More than anyone I’ve ever known
It undresses me in a way no one else can
And takes root in a place no one else can go
It holds me close and kisses my scars
In a place where I can be led to the stars

And … like every other greeting, when I find it I will lay down
On my bed of clouds as if it were the first time
And it will caress my soul
My eyes will rest and then I will know…. I’ve made it home. 

Spiritual Walkers

Spiritual walkers glimpse into this realm 
Eyes glazed over as their soul hovers between this and the next 
Figuring out symbols and puzzles
Alert to glitches in the matrix

They walked to the edge of no man's land
where souls rise and bodies drop like quicksand 

A portal to another time within our own
In a realm angels and demons are shown

Heart beats sync with this parallel universe.
Feet smoking from the journeys they pave
Seekers wake up, hearing the call
Their eyes tell the story; knowing and grave

With access to this door
They now have the key to ride the wave
Their eyes in both worlds
A threat to the system, and it's inevitable cave

If saught only they can help you attain
AND unlock that thing we can't name but all crave

Once you step through and feel the bass drop
I hope you will recognize what's in play
Cause here times up, blinders are ripped off 
And life is no longer a game

No where to hide on this battle ground 
All laws unbound
There you were born 
Here you are found 

Eyes opened, it's time to take a stand
Who or what are you.... when you're no longer a man?

For A Little While

I feel like if a cataclysmic event were to occur that altered or wiped out our existence as we know it it that the echoing whisper heard throughout our galaxy would be. .. "We were merely energy expressing ourselves as humans for a little while..."

I IMPLORE YOU

I IMPLORE YOU: How easy is it to be a nation distracted by the next film to hit the theater or next game to come out; to be sucked into the debate of Android v.s iPhone and who's wearing Vuitton or Gucci? My, how passionate we can get. Instead, for just a moment I implore you look up, to open your eyes and not just see but feel the reality taking place around you. Instead, get passionate for the lost children, not just here in America but around the world. FEEL your fellow people and recall any bit of empathy in your being to think past this selfishness that has a nation of people so very blind to what's going on around the world past this superficial, individualistic, corporate, social media bubble we often willingly or unknowingly succumb to. For a moment, connect to every great thinker who thought to evoke more meaning into our lives, for every great song that grabbed you and held on tight; for each and every real human moment and emotion you've had... reach for it... hold on to it like a lifeline and with it, connect with others so that they too can share in this collective remembrance of what it's like to truly CARE and be cared for past nations, languages and borders. Remember what it means to be a genuine person, a good person, a person who stands up for whats right in the world; not because it's easy, but because someone needs to. Be 'that' person!  Look up, open your 'eyes' and feel with the very essence of who you are and what you wish to become.   🙏🏽😔

The Lost Children YOUTUBE: SONG

Suspended Through Time & Space

I have meandered thousands of arduous miles throughout the complex terrain of my mind and after this wearisome sojourn find myself sitting at the edge of the highest cliff in companionable silence with the unassuming timelessness of the moon. In this covetously sacred moment, while fondly observing the flirting banter of twinkling stars, the incessant voice of contemplation and endless exploration... this intricate quest of modalities is stealthily silent; almost impatiently hovering at the outskirts of this transitory, delicate bubble of safety. The only thing that exists is the 'now' and within this moment of 'now' I am meditatively at peace. Gazing up in awe and wonder at our galaxy I lie back on my cliff and ever so tentatively let go of the burden of our past and the challenging struggle of our future. Suspended through time and space I am neither here nor there. I just am.

ANTHOLOGY OF A GIRL WITH NO NAME

Words have the ability to take you to your souls resting place.

It All Starts With A Thought

1/26/12 2:10 A.M

Awake in the early morning hours once more and with only my thoughts for company I reflect upon my past and ponder my future.

Why is it I’m here, where I am today? How is it that I’m sitting on this bed, in this room with these thoughts?

Does it all come down to some great meaning, some larger than life plan? Have my experiences shaped me for something more than I can currently fathom?

Often I’ve contemplated the intricacies of, “The Cycle of Life;” to live, to learn, to feel and to love.

Does it all break down to science or is there more to life beyond my realm of understanding?

Yes, we are all connected. Even quantum physics says so, but to what extent and why? The how’s and whys seem to go perplexingly unanswered.

Something in me says I stand for something more, something greater - something wonderful. Is it not relative though? And will it matter in the larger scheme of things?

Even as a child I’ve felt as if I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes. Is that possible? Is there some memory in my DNA that allows me to feel this way and if so, to what purpose?

So many unexplained emotions, sensations, and need for something beyond the average life.

I feel it… I always have.

Therefore is it so?  

It seems I have been waiting my whole life for something……

                                    But what?

Dirt Roads Lead To Home

A child falling asleep in the back seat… no worries or care.

Lulled by the familiar twists and turns on the dirt road they instinctively knew led to home.  To family, comfort and security…. Where the hallways reoccurringly echoed with life.

How did I come so far from the comfort of that car ride? How is it that I find myself existing in a world where that ride has now instead become a solo journey throughout life?

Gone is the perpetual bantering of siblings and in its place a radio station to appease the empty silence. 

I once opened our door to warm light and constant household activities.

Now, I simply open my door to quiet darkness.

There is a difference in falling asleep knowing the only breath to be had is your own. It catches in loneliness.

Remember tiptoeing through the house so no one would hear you sneak into the kitchen for a midnight snack?

Now there’s no one to hear your footsteps. No home made meal awaiting your arrival or light scolding to get ready for dinner. Who knows either way…. who cares. Gone are good night kisses or someone to hug when you’re feeling down.

Remember meandering into your sibling’s room just because…. Gossiping and giggling late into the night.

Now they’re more distant than the miles or states that separate you.

Who are they even anymore? I don’t even know… when so long ago we fell asleep together on that well-known drive to that place we all called home.

What is home now but a vague memory of time long gone.

I tentatively reach out in the darkness for a love that will feel like home. But each door is the wrong one… each key the wrong turn and I’m getting so tired and weary.

So, I find myself almost lost and in limbo….not able to fall asleep as that child did in the back seat on a drive down the twists and turns of that familiar dirt road…. 

Take me to that place I used to be
when the world was better than my dreams.

Speeding Down A Lonely Road With Blindfolds On

I walk a lonely road.

I've got no eyes to regulate, no voice to slow me down, no kiss to make me care.

So I'll go the highest speeds and take the sharpest turns. I'll go at life hard and when it gets tough just keep going until exhaustion has it's way with me. This I wait for like a solitary reprieve when transitory peace sets in and sleep takes over. In this land maybe things are different. And maybe it's not. I'm pretty sure I cry even in my dreams but that's life, so I keep going.

I've lost hope that when looking into the eyes of others I would find a response worth recognizing.

And I want to throw this game out the window because it's become quite pathetic really. I've got black books for my black books and love notes falling out of both. And none of it equates to more than momentary distractions. Vague mirages in a dessert of empty promises.

They say you find it when you least expect it. They say, when you stop looking is when it happens. Well I'm at an accelerated speed with blindfolds on down an intersection with broken street lights and it's past time for a change.

Breathing Color & Swimming Through A Galactic Matrix of Green Sea

Fireworks of sound are your visual portal to a galactic ocean in a sky of northern lights. There is such beauty in this sea of color and emotion; this living and thriving matrix of green wonder that softly tickles every atom of your being with light kisses. Breathe in the sound as you reach out to play with its notes on a magical ride of exploration and exhale color while your soul dances and flirts with the carpet of stars like a shadow into the next dimension; your parallel universe.

New Shores

With a glance toward the churning sky and through blurry lenses I take in the sound of rumbling thunder that mirrors the turbulence of my emotions. Swelling to the surface, tears barrel salty waves inside my chest, ready to break the walls that stoically attempt to confine them. With a deep breath and firm resolve I reach out to steady myself in this rocky sea until my bare feet firmly touch solid ground once more.
I slowly close my eyes and fall to my knees as darkness envelopes like a warm blanket of protection.
The cool breeze softly kisses my teary cheek with a silent caress of promise. A hazy promise that inspires a flicker of a smile. I open my eyes and gaze up at the expansive carpet of blackness when I notice a twinkling. A lone star impishly winks at me as if he's seen my story before and knows everything will be alright...and somehow, I think it will be.
Washed up on new shores i rise up with my fresh resolve and determinedly set forth to openly embrace this new adventure.

Bottled Sunshine

I stare at my blank canvas frustrated at the lack of response from my fingertips to the keyboard. I’m playing in a fast forward game and I want to push pause for a moment. Rest against the bark of a tree and just be. To pause for the sunshine, blue skies. A pause to listen to the blue jay cry. A pause to take a deep breath and remember... How the stars twinkle and shimmer in the night sky, soft breeze goes by. It makes me want to cry really, such poignant moments in a life that’s too short by far like a walk in the park. There goes another shooting star I didn’t see. Breathe deeply now, One... Two... Three.........*Sigh*

I close my eyes and I pause for the moment. Don’t want to lose it. Too precious to let go of, like a lost love. I keep it with me like bottled sunshine. And in the confines of darkness it glows like a kiss. Remember it says....

Remember to pause.

Infinite Sadness

For lack of a better word and keeping it simple I'm just plain sad.

I'm sad that nation's are run the way they are,  that corporations and the bottom dollar prevails, that wars are waged for the wrong reasons, that money or the lack there of instills fear and perpetuates anxiety, that the ecosystems fragile balance is threatened by humans careless neglect, that children are still starving in a world where there's plenty of food for all,  that families are more broken than not,  that everyone feels so damn alone when the population is larger than ever before, that people can't appreciate the beauty that extends just past their concrete walls, that animals can be treated so inhumanely.

That some how. ... On some innate level. .. We have all lost a connection to something more important and wonderful. .

Because of this,  I am infinitely sad.

So I sit here by the ocean weary ...... waiting... for something.

Someday

Someday when you're you're all alone
I will be there, cause your hearts my home
Someday you will know
But for now,
you'll see just a glimpse of what may be

And on that day,  when you're all alone
Will you remember your hand in my own
Cause on this day it will be
The passage that brings you to me

Favorite Quotes

L'amour fait les plus grandes douceurs et les plus sensibles infortunes de la vie
Love makes life's sweetest pleasures and worst misfortunes

“Hope is the dream of a soul awake.”

“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?” ― Henry David Thoreau

"What lies before us and what lies behind us are small matters compared to what lies within us. And when we bring what is within out into the world, miracles happen." -Thoreau

“I am saying something about the ineffable. I am saying something about the ultimate mystery. You can understand it, yet you can never understand it totally. It is elusive, it escapes. It is within reach, but it is not within grasp. You are always coming closer and closer to it, but you never arrive. And the day you arrive, then you are no more there; the distinction between the seeker and the sought disappears."

They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?

Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die tomorrow.

The best pillow is one with a heartbeat. - Christopher Tao <3

Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. -Twain

It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.

To be great is to be misunderstood.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.

Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.

“Go to heaven for the climate and hell for the company.”

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”

The ancestor of every action is a thought.

Two things are infinite; the universe and human stupidity; and I'm no sure about the universe.

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”

Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

The beauty of a soul surfaces in the most rare of occasions.

Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

Every great and commanding moment in the annals of the world is the triumph of some enthusiasm.

Our knowledge is the amassed thought and experience of innumerable minds.

Children are all foreigners.

The world belongs to the energetic.

Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are incapable of forming such opinions

Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds

Its not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.

He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand in rapt awe is as good as dead; his eyes closed to the world.

I am a deeply religious nonbeliever - this is a somewhat new kind of religion

Joy in looking and comprehending is natures most beautiful gift

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is to not stop questioning.

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

Most people say it is the intellect which makes a great scientist. They are wrong; it is character.

My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the light details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.

The process of scientific discover is, in effect, a continual flight from wonder.

The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination 

Democracy becomes a government of bullies tempered by editors.

He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear

If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

Trust men and they will be true to you; treat them greatly, and they will show themselves great.

Every artist was first an amateur.

The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.

The best effect of fine persons is felt after we have left their presence.

“Dreams are like stars...you may never touch them, but if you follow them they will lead you to your destiny.”

“Yesterday is but today's memory, tomorrow is today's dream.”

“Each of us has an inner dream that we can unfold if we will just have the courage to admit what it is. And the faith to trust our own admission.”

Dreams are free...

“I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn’t know.”

“Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.”

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it.
Steve Jobs

“Loyalty to country ALWAYS. Loyalty to government, when it deserves it.”

“The trouble is not in dying for a friend, but in finding a friend worth dying for.”

“If you don't read the newspaper, you're uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you're mis-informed.” 

“You can close your eyes to the things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to the things you don't want to feel.” ― Johnny Depp

“Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.” ― Mahatma Gandhi

“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.” ― Blaise Pascal

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.

“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”

“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”

“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.”

“All good things are wild and free.”

“I am a happy camper so I guess I’m doing something right. Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.”

“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.”

As for doing good; that is one of the professions which is full. Moreover I have tried it fairly and strange as it may seem am satisfied that it does not agree with my constitution -HDT 

I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance taht I should have been by and epaulet I could have worn.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive 

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.

For what are classics but the noblest thoughts of man?

To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.

Friends... They cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.

“However mean you life is, meet and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man’s abode; the snow melts before its doors as early in the spring. Cultivate property like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts… Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only. Money is not required to buy one necessary of the soul.”
― Henry David Thoreau

“What would men be without women? Scarce, sir...mighty scarce.”- M.Twain

In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.

Dreams are the touchstones of character

“Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please.”

“Education: the path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty.”

“When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”

“If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.”

Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out shouting holy shit what a ride!  

“Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.”

“Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts or happenings. It consist mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever flowing through one's head.”

“Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.”

“Civilization is a limitless multiplication of unnecessary necessaries.”

Time To Live & Time To Hope

Who would have known that hope comes at a cost?

It rises up like a phoenix from the ashes of the lost

No reset, no rewind – never mind

What is time, anyhow?

Nothing but perception- such a misconception

There is no before or after in the segments of space

The cognition of time is a relative race against nothingness

A reality that dissipates without active consciousness

Day by day, it is we that make up this story and rhyme

A concept we abide to our lives through

An endless cycle is what it comes to

 If only I could give you two gifts

I would impart a new reality

Where time is limitless and hope is its companion.

Time to live and time to hope.

Phantom Man

Where are you
Phantom man-
In some other land
In my ever dreams- It seems      
You endlessly evade me
Searchingly and seemingly,
I see you In a mist of quantum seams
I scream silently for you
But I wake up and wisps  
Of smoke choke the silhouette
Of what could be

And back you fall Into my dreams.

                      

A tear drops with hopes of yesterdays and promises of tomorrow

Why must life be so difficult sometimes? Why all this heart ache and pain? These tears, they fall from our eyes and drip acid to our hearts. They swell up in our chest and we try so vigilantly to pretend like everything is ok and that we will be all right. But sometimes life isn’t all right. Sometimes life finds us on a cold dark empty corner of loneliness with nothing in our pockets but a fistful of tears and sadness. I understand that in the deepest moments of pain the only response to be felt to the hollowness in your heart is the echoing response of your own. And I know that this pain resurrects in the quietest moments of reflection. Sometimes it finds us in our car, at work, at home, in our beds, ….on a cliff… The little girl in me cries for all of you who are going through these moments of loneliness. I’m sorry…I’m sorry we don’t always understand… I’m sorry you feel so alone, I’m sorry the answers to your questions are often illusively just out of reach…But maybe if the answers were so readily available that would defeat the purpose of living this journey. Maybe life deals us this heartache so we can appreciate beauty even more when we see it. Maybe this deep reflection makes us stronger so in turn, we can be there for someone else. I know that life isn’t always easy. At the end of the day though you have to realize how beautiful life is and you have to believe in the hope of a better tomorrow… Because I believe in you….

The Connection...

I look into your eyes
And feel the depth of your soul
For when I gaze into yours
I recognize my own...

Into Dreams..

...Where people dance away the night
Where laughter thrives and youth abides
In this land there’s much to do
Where every thought becomes your truth
All these things I wish to see
I close my eyes and then I dream…

Tattered Sisters Of The Morrow

The sun sets on stricken memories of innocence-In a bittersweet dance of mishaps and negligence. Orange filters f-l-i-c-k-e-r on childlike intoxication, as I breathe in vague images of friendship and adoration. It's a shame when us girls ventured to new shores...how best friends' a yearly dividend we can't afford anymore.
No time to rewind... FAST FORWARD through the good times, sublime… down to the broken glass of glittered dreams no time- broken seams - shredded seams of hands held and angels. Gone is the candy, jelly bean, late night movies under blankets of chocolates and poems. Silly girls! Whirls in and out of my memory no time to, clocks moving backwards but I'm on fast forward so as I say goodbye I cry no time to waste no time to try to stop this internal time twister its determined to blow away yesterdays, destroy better days, gone are those days in light of today! I can't take it anymore! And I add to this tornado of tears and I know you too have gone through this whirlwind of emotion, Down a gutter Only sisters could know, drowning in could-be tomorrows and tormented afterglows of shows of kinder days.
In blurred pigments of mud I see anger so thick it chokes quicksand. And I RAN through it. Fuck it. It's TRAGIC. How streams of dusted film once cherished and previously seen now lay discarded in my attic. A pigmentation of my inner sorrow succumbing to the i-n-e-v-i-t-a-b-l-e… foretold tomorrows! Lamented, I scream, "Go away gypsy!" Can't you see, I'm Grinding my teeth, FIGHTING against the chains of truth… Sorry for what it comes down to. But this anger... I can't get past it ... it's elastic.. Choking on the sweetness of what once was- Like the plastic our friendship has become.
Mournfully it drips salty water on my pillow…And I curl up in pain. You don't even know! It's a shame. The weight of it dissolves these once golden bonds… once stronger than diamonds. Now thinner than the threads you weave through your tattered garments.
So love , (I say with a kiss from the past…….)
When the moons romantic glow is enough to bring a tear to your eye once more
Let it fall in reminisce of the past and on ghostly shadows
Don't forget how we once were love…
And how we became tattered sisters of the morrow. ..

HANDS

HANDS ARE OUR EXPRESSIONS

TO OUR FEELINGS INSIDE

WHETHER TOUCHING OR CARESSING

YOUR HEART THEY WILL ABIDE

A HAND TO HELP A FRIEND

A GUIDE TO HELP A BROTHER

A TOUCH FROM BABE TO MOTHER

A CARESS FROM LOVE TO LOVER

ENTERTWINING FINGERS

FEELING WARM AND SAFE

YOUR HANDS ARE YOUR REFLECTORS

IT..S WITH THEM THAT YOU EMBRACE

AS A LOVERS HANDS

RUNS SWIFTLY OVER YOU

THEIR TOUCH IGNITES A FIRE

THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO

DISCOVERING NEW CONTOURS

IT SEEMS A LOVERS MAZE

AND WHEN YOU FEEL ITS PRESSURE

IT SENDS YOUR MIND ABLAZE

YOUR HANDS BRING THE FINAL CLOSURE

THE SENSURE THAT I NEED

PUT YOUR HANDS UPON ME

AND SET MY BODY FREE..

~WAVES~

WHAT IFS AND COULD BES-
THOSE PERPETUAL SHOULD BES AND TANTALIZING WOULD BES  
THESE SWIRLING CONTRADICTIONS IN A COLORFUL DISPLAY  
TEASING ONLY IN MY DREAMS WHEN LIFE IS BUT A GAME  
EYES OPENED AND ITS OVER - AND AWAKE YOU REALIZE
THAT THERE ARE OTHERS IN THIS GAME  
AND YOU ARE BUT A WAVE IN AN OCEAN OF CRIES