Boho Happiness: observe

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i will fly away

absolutely simplify;
its all we need.
bring in
ways to keep us
and rethink,
we can imagine
all you got,
light and shadows
learn to lean.

wanderlust
with fuel and fire
tinged in awe,
individual nature,
and fierce fortitude
of a certain value,
of considerable use;
love, actually.

i know i know
how to fly
let me keep my wings
in peace you'll see.
in wild abandonment,
sit in the sun
just because you can;
glory in song,
i will fly away.

life and death, do not fear

*old journal entry found from june 24, 2011

i think i understand what this world is made of and what it may have to offer ... half the time.

it's full of questions and answers, actions and reactions, meaning and meaninglessness.

in due time, it has the power to humble and set straight even the loudest of characters. for when we are born, we set in motion our death ... and all the ounces in between, of this great weight, is in the living. birth, living, death.

i just read somewhere, according to some grande studies, that most do not ponder this is their life, unless their life has come to a crossroads where they, indeed, intersect death in some form. only then, do they gain back their memory of death.

i don't know if i'm an exception, or i'm morbid or something (well, i think not, for i know thyself), but i think of this natural process often. i try to find meaning as to why i understand this cycle, most days, i think i know. my conclusion is that we must not shy away from it, because in due time, well at anytime, it's confidently ours for the taking. to pretend otherwise, i believe, is just foolish and, well, will leave too much shell shock if allowed to burst in all at one time.

my other conclusion is reason, logic, and understanding of natural order in this life, (we'll talk about empathy later). everything has this order; and everything cycles. i'm obsessed with change; it's many forms, it's meaning, the questions of why. and it's been answered: because. because that's the way it is. it works. what's most fascinating is watching these changes and seeing (right away or a ways down the line) ... the ripple affect. ever heard of the story that one butterfly's flap of wing can possibly cause great change all the way across the world. just imagine!

can we control this change? no. what? are we not supposed to let that little butterfly fly? of course not, fly and run your course, we would advise. same with us, fly and run your course. trust in the process, do not fear it. but i believe, in order not to fear it, we have to face it, accept it, understand it the best way we can. to pretend it's not there is a grave mistake ... and, well, useless.

i think by the end of it, we will have to change in so many ways. it's a process of embracing and then, letting go. a life of learning this is awaiting you, whether you like it or not. a fact in my book.

so, in order to face this, accept this, understand this - we first may have to recognize why we may fear it. i think a lot of things are tangled and tied into this fear ... but all these things will have to change, take on new form, and be embraced for what they are in order to face the fear ... without the fear.

it's tangled in meaning and purpose and assumptions. we all live by these and are somewhat uniquely defined by the way we define and live by our own meanings, purpose, and assumptions. i feel what gets in the way are very simple things, yet they act so profoundly as stumbling blocks in gaining this perspective and, then, we have to learn how to release it properly. vanity, pride, selfishness, self and/or society induced importance. these are serious and how you understand them can cause great affliction or great relief. all of them interwoven precariously in our own perception of ourselves vs. the world.

so, with that said, let's clear something up, now pay attention, for this is very important:

we are all equal. we are ALL on the same playing field. always. every last person that is alive, that came before you and will come after you ... all on the same playing field. ALL = SAME.

this will shoot your vanity , pride, self importance down, for sure, and with great hope. don't get me wrong, you are important and were created with a purpose ... but you are not THAT important. and that's completely OKAY.

okay, yes, you are different and, yes, your life holds value ... but no more than the rest of us. so, i'm sure some of you reading already get this ... and if so, let this be affirmation. for the others, please take note and do not let this discourage, but encourage.

this is a very encouraging insight.

now is the time to step outside of yourself and understand you are part of a whole. a PART.

simplify

reflection. mirror images ... of people, places, things, and ideas. we are reflections of everything else.

i love being alive and actually realizing how much i am alive. life is for the living. death is for the dying. we recycle, along with everything else. if all else recycles, changes form, goes back into another, why shall we not? it is easy, but we make it so complicated. WE complicate it. we label such things and everything else based on reflections of what we think we've seen and/or know. what if we don't know?

or, what if we knew, but because it was way too simple, too regular (as the same as the rest of living things) we have to elaborate. we are vain as a whole, we love to be special, so indeed, we must give special labels, ideas, patterns to this simple truth.

SIMPLIFY, everything.

the inner journey

mesmerized by sultry and silky mirrors
i see
i see thee
peering at me
through the looking glass

hallowing to mention death
to understand the body
dies
that it will happen
it will.

a gift wrapped in wicked dreams
warnings and blessings of what is to come

to process it, one must let go of reasoning
let go of pride
and importance
and setting yourself apart,
as you were meant to die
like every other person.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

dying is a very extreme physiological event.

we have "frontal lobe preoccupation during the day" and the
"things we don't want to know, we know in our dreams"

dreams can be reality.

we can dream our way into what we want?

let me be blessed with beautiful and wonderful moments
when i awake
when i sleep

did you know that as for telepathy, animals are more prone to this. we can pick up on this. a special communication "from George", the horse, spoke to her in a dream.

getting signals from the real world that i can only process when i'm dreaming?
we over estimate our ability to control things, we dilute ourselves,
possessed by feelings.

we can only perceive 5 things by our brain, we have perimeters in the rational brain.

wakefulness is a hormone from our brain that occurs when you sleep, the perfect condition for learning. search for truth in your dreams, because we have an electric brain that is constantly firing and storing things in order.

you are too busy taking it all in during the day, at night "busy business" happens and it all gets filed away and processed at night when its quiet.

you can change a dream ... if you want to, so "they" say.

connecting physical to the spirit world. you can manifest, believe. you cannot walk in the spirit world with fear, very important that you not be scared.

the time has come for you to be brave.

if you are fearful, then you are leaking your power.

you have to be brave for death.

** random poems and thoughts, inspired from a documentary about a lady that was sick and possibly facing death and a little about her journey.

for good.

the after effects of the mind
death and rebirth?
or does dead really mean dead?
and generation is not to come for me,
for you?

we are open and we are closed
"i don't think you get any warning"
is a scary thought
especially since i believed
you would always be graced to know,
as if it mattered
to the all knowing

how are we to prepare
in the process
if we are not to know
what is to come
how we dare say we will know

preparing for the blackness
while we live in the light

the blackbirds fly, the sunset is gone
our eyes shut, our minds quiet, our hearts still
we say goodbye, for good.

a random wednesday

(actually written on wednesday, june 27, 2012)

how many wednesdays do we get? once we look back, will we remember a single wednesday? this irrelevancy, these details, all are in the way like a cloud mass of the brain. but as fate would have it, i am living on a wednesday today and thus i need to account for today. this day.

this day is like a mirror. it is reflecting a single sound over and over again, i will hear it often. it will call to me every other minute of every other day, waiting. the symbolism of a bell in a city, the sound barrier of truth, of signal, or warning, of remembrance. this symbology rings all too well as with our inner beat, sound wave, and pull.

so, this is my wednesday, a reflection of self, world, self, world. except today, i see a lot of self, intertwined with this inner lining of cool water. when all i see in the reflection is of the self, i cannot function as properly as one should. it is blinding and confusing and you cannot recognize what you may have with this distraction. therefore, i must rid the obsessiveness of self that we all, definitely i included, swim in daily.

it is magical in a sense, this wednesday, for it is no other and has been no other. in that fashion, it is history in the making. forty four minutes of history left to write of this wednesday, to be precise. what did i write in history today? nothing of exceptional importance, nothing i will remember when i look back on all my wednesdays, but i never know how i could have affected something in the midst of the ever turning change. i could have done something to contribute, well, at least that is what i hope for.

or not. because it is okay "if not". it is okay to just be okay on an okay, random wednesday.

most of the time.

but most of the time, the times that bell clangs and sways in your heart, then you know. then you know there is more. then you know you have a purpose, that the time is of the essence, that a new signal, a new tone will come soon.

this random wednesday, i learned to listen to the inner beat of my heart ... and let my brain go for a nap.

check out how i transform some of these thoughts into art ....

on a street corner

on a street corner
cars pass by
people walk
a stranger catches my eye
i see a child
holding a father's hand
i hear the birds
singing their songs
car's engines
pushing the limit
lights turn green
others turn red
people slow
and people go
a cycle in every second
intersections crossed
circles looped
a grid is formed
and a space is defined
a movement follows
a pace is set
destinations are in sight

movement frees
my silly heart
grasping a time or two
of rest.

we are the difference.

what if in the planned routines of our life, the times we plan to make a difference, we didn't. but maybe it's the in-between seconds, that we undeniably set a course of passion and, then, in those exact times, we make the difference. we are the difference.

summer lovin'

cold beer slides, yum, reminds me of this pure summer - how the bite of the stout quenches the heat.

heat, i love it on my body - reminding me of every inch of flesh i am graced with. along with the wind and water, i am in for a delightful, magical moment of realizing how alive (and lucky) i truly am, for now. always, because i know better, for now.

but it does sit still - it has to - because i want it to. i really do have the power to pause time when i wish, or when the stars align, granting some moments of neither mortality or im - just is. damn, i love this.

there's a little rock, a little fan, a lot of sun - a lot of "nowness" and, good lovin', my days of summer.

we running, laughing, and shutting our mouths. sharing, dipping into this divine (and thin) line of peace, a sanctuary for a promised time. it embraces us to rest, concur memories or dream the future. the hopes, the clarity we receive on the white sand, rushing waves, and still water.

the sun penetrates us day after day, giving to us forever (or at least a season) the beauty of more life, but less is more. damn, all i can think of , is how freakin' lucky am i?

it's like this place, this time has been secretly planning a moment as such (like it's its job or something) to vacuum us in a moment of pure rest, a melting pot of reality and dreams, transforming all that happened this year (and before) into picture perfect clarity ... like we can sit back and view it as a painting in the louvre.

but we won't really notice, nor will it take effect until a little later in life. no one knows.

at this point though, the sun infiltrates my body - as to become one with me. and you can tell we have mated, for the gold rays that lay beneath my skin report of nothing but a summer love affair. all glistened and golden... it'll stay for awhile, but then, like the summer itself, my love affair has ended -
gradually, and without notice ...

until i can't even remember the wildly passionate and easy love that danced across my skin.

city

over the concrete
formed and squared
buildings of glass and reflection
rise into the blue beyond
the air catches their bounce
and they sway slightly,
edge to edge

to rise and see below
the traffic does not cease
except, maybe
at dawn's early rise
when all is still silent with rest

wavy, small lake
aquatic and salty
dances in the rhythms
we stretched out, soaking in
the blessings of a paused clock.

the baroness

she twiddles and sneers
like the royalty
of her persuasion
rotating thumbs in
typical fashion
of someone
purposeless,
maybe pronounced
her head held high
unruly in it's twist
and fixations.

throne appears golden
with her
but only with her
she dare not look
at the gravel beneath
her feet
the sturdy hand that
helped the build
of her castle,
built on sand.

seeking bridges

wounding tires pull
turning, shifting
loose gravel
settles
an old chevy
travels
you, drinkin' tea
he, lost where
the corn stalks touch
the sky
covered bridges to find
you ride to see,
he, unexpectedly
has you at ease
jokes and photos and soda,
an invitation to dine.

a very human pose

this angel sits
and waits patiently,
pondering her day-
waiting and looking.
the white,
flowing fabric
attracts my eye,
the way it folds
and falls
and casts shadows.
the wings embrace me
- i wonder -
can she really fly?
the halo shouts
of one of god's
precious creations
- holy and pure -
the white of the fabric
is also a symbol.
the way she sits
shows me patience,
being still.

earth's star

cover me
with your warmth
and shine through
when my eyes are shut
with that glorious glow
you encircle
as long as you
don't burn me
and scold me
for always wanting
to feel you
on my skin.

black umbrella

the black umbrella
mud on the boots
rain quiets the land
little prairie house,
you rest my soul
haven you have been
decades and decades

the kettle is ready
hot and warm
i sip it gently
i find you,
hunched
lifeless
we're old,
we die but
i wasn't ready
to say goodbye
life, airy but stale
evoked in the spirit
i am.

i sense the end
is near.
lovely,
i hope it's lovely.
love died,
you remembered.

staring

grinding and ridiculous sidewalks
she walked on
lip protruding, bubbled over
as the thoughts provoked it out.
as if it created a balancing act
between the physical and
mental possibilities.
eyes fixated on the tree limb
swaying in the crisp sun,
slight wind breezed through.
something about it enticed
an idea
to plant roots and sprout bud.
so she thought.

road trip to chicago

cars on fine lines, fat lines
speeding, swerving
and brakes go, wheels turn
wind brings pressure from the speed
intersection of paths

grids forming
energy moving
fueling the lives of citizens
going somewhere, always
going somewhere

diverging traffic, colors sweep by
four wheels and the ground
provide abilities
to perpetually move forward

divergence meets destination,
headed towards a highway.
_______________________________

   sensation sweeps the country side
   brought on, caused by
   restless motion, diverging our time
   for the need "to do"....
   go, go, go, go, go.

grow

grown from the core of earth,
spring roots, sprout upward
ripe vines and cover ground
with green...
leaves shed, due winter's grace,
nipped away and
buried in the soil.

brown dirt, deep brown heritage
mixes with the red clay...
sturdy, strong
it will stain your feet
as you play,
pull weeds, bury roots,
grow
to plant life in your garden.

cotton sways and lingers

circles, dots, spots
holes in the jeans
worn fabric, embroidered sleeves
silk sweeps the side
of the neck
hair tucked, turned into
a knot on top
of the crown...
and the bow's
folded, falls toward
the ground
the thread meshed, knitted
and woven close
encloses the body's
shoulders, waist and chest.

the body in motion, walks
wind catches pieces...
cotton sways and lingers.

they will be

difference among them.
they have already moved in together.
already contemplating marriage in the fall.
we will see where it all goes.
i will work hard to try to understand
and let things be the way
they will be.
and love my parents even more.

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