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.