Tuesday, August 4, 2015
I saw an old man, alone,
Outside the coffee shop
Waiting patiently for his ride
Wearing a scruffy white beard,
Hospital socks layered over
Compression socks, no shoes,
And a peaceful expression.
He was strange and beautiful.
He radiated contentment.
The tears welled in my eyes
As I realized
There are a thousand ways to be happy.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Don't always think of time as the bad guy. Time is kind to us. Time is the inescapable companion that we fail to appreciate because its synonymous with the familiarity of everyday life. It's always with us, beside us, around us, keeping pace with us, watching out for us, reminding us that this too shall pass. We will not be in one place forever. Time does not allow that. Time is shifting and changing and making us new over and over again, unceasingly, relentlessly, lovingly. And for that, I adore time. I love how faithful and merciful it is to us. I love its devotion to us. It's on an endless pursuit to heal us. And it has no distinct reasoning to do so. It just does.
Friday, July 17, 2015
What are we?
What are we when we look up at the clouds?
What are we when we are in the clouds?
What are we when we sleep in the clouds - as I am tonight?
As for this moment,
as I write this,
I feel their wondrous, wispy wind
whip my back
as I sit and wait for the sun to retire
behind the mountain I observe.
I am refreshed
with the realization
that it's a wild, wild life
that we live.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
What are you becoming?
Who am I?
What am I becoming?
You can't question the
mystery of death
without questioning the
mystery of life.
What are we all becoming?
Is death the climax?
The peak at which
we have reached our destiny?
At which we have reached
what we will all become?
Or do we continue becoming,
continue shaping and changing,
always learning, even after
we have passed on?
If so, the question remains:
What are we becoming,
the living and the dead,
the total of all the beings
that are in (were in) existence?
We are becoming beautiful.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Thursday, May 28, 2015
I spent today at the beach. And I found that there's something beautifully refreshing about lying in the sun too long and thinking too much. Here are a few of my thoughts that I felt were noteworthy enough to write down. They are scattered, simple, and straightforward... And they mean a great deal to me.
*Random kindness. Is there anything greater than random kindness? I think not.
*We are so much a product of everything that it becomes easy to believe that we're nothing... irrelevant, unimportant..
But you, my dear, you have been made up of beautiful virtues, you are a completely unique contribution to human existence,
and you must always, always remember how important you are.
*When did it become so important to look beautiful?
Do you feel beautiful?
If so, you are.
*My strivation to know God has taken me on a new path.
The path is neither right nor wrong.
It is simply necessary.
*Some things we learn.
Some things we just know.
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
When did the purpose of feeling ever defer from feeling purely to feel?- To feel to know we're alive and we're here, existing? Because life boils down to simple concepts. And a whole bunch of other shit gets unnecessarily thrown into the mix,, like money, like acceptance, like how society says we have to be a certain way. Life does not say we have to adhere to these things. The world and its inhabitants say we have to.
Have you ever thought that maybe we live to live, love to love, and felt to feel? With no hidden agenda? No secret, selfish reasoning up your sleeve, no hidden plot devised to get what you want? That we lived for clear reasons, clear intentions? But society seems to get in the way of this.
And, yes, I can preach and preach, and think and think, and give myself the mental satisfaction of believing that I have this life thing figured out, but the key is implementation,
A driving, important thought that is not implemented is a sad thought. Where does it go besides hover in the mind of the thinker, constantly nagging, daring to be exposed, to change the world, yet we push these daring thoughts back, afraid of what the world will say?
Well, sweetie, what does it matter what the world and its inhabitants say? We surrender to life and life only, not this world, Because life is daring, And the world is cowardly.
So, give in to life, let it take you where it takes you. And live.
*semi-inspired by the following quote by Cheryl Strayed:
“You have to pay your own electric bill.
You have to be kind.
You have to give it all you got.
You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth.
But that's all.”
Monday, May 25, 2015
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Sunday, May 3, 2015
how can we not
relate to one another?
we share primitive traits,
we are all one another-
by our frail humanity.
we all exist.
we all take in air, expel air.
our food is digesting,
our hearts are pumping,
our eyes are wandering,
our minds are racing,
our hands are discovering,
and we're all searching,
searching, unceasingly searching
for the place we exist fully,
for the place we breathe most freely.
for the place we belong.
so let us humans
attune ourselves to the
homogeneity among us
and let us create this place
that we're searching for
Friday, April 24, 2015
It comes from the heart.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
have I sat here,
what it would feel like
to not be alive?
Why do I waste my aliveness,
as limited as it is,
in this way?
Why do I waste this precious breath,
this precious, continuous
beating of the heart,
pondering what I will be like
Because my mind has an
what is can not know..
and this is my demise.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
We mustn't forget about the little things.. The small bouts that bring joy, bliss, contentment: glancing up at the clouds and filling with wonder, a warm, fresh spring breeze emerging from a long winter, the tender touch of a caring friend, a lover...
But we do inevitably forget the little things. We're human - we get caught up and worked up in the sweep of the day. But, when we do forget the little things, when we are preoccupied with our countless, stressful thoughts and endless to-do lists, we can remember the big things, the indispensable things: we have working lungs that are receiving air and keeping us alive, we are existing and moving, and we can make it through this day with the promise of a new sunrise tomorrow.
Gratitude for the big things is indeed just as important as gratitude for the little things.
And some days, when both the big and little things have bypassed our minds, when we're having "one of those days" with no rest, no true breath, no stopping and recognizing the day as a gift, we can hang on to the ultimate hope, the greatest thing of them all...
That we are here, we are aware, and we are beloved to the earth. And nothing can take that from us.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
I desire to understand people. I desire to know why people do what they do (why I do what I do). I desire to know the origin of people: why we were placed here in this allotted time in history, surrounded by certain people, carrying out individual plans, goals...
I desire to understand the meaning, the purpose, of my two feet upon earth. Where were they meant to take me? Will I make any sort of a difference?
I desire to understand all the facets of life that I can never understand, the ones that only God understands - and this is where trust plays in,..
To trust in the unknown, to surrender to the power of fate, and to be madly in love with the mystery of it all.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Have you seen the film Dead Poets Society?
This beautiful & inspiring film introduced me
to this following poem by Walt Whitman:
O Me! O Life!
(And what will your verse be?)
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Friday, March 6, 2015
- Norman Cousins
Tell me - how is it logical for the human being to live with joy, with fervor, with whimsy, and to simultaneously know that we will one day be ripped from the only home we've ever known by death?
Is this not an incredibly somber and discouraging thought? What the hell sense does that make? What's the point? If, on an unforeseen day, we will all be gone, why work toward anything? Why ask the big questions if the end result is always the same? Why spend time loving and knowing others if we will be heartbroken when they're gone?
Hope dispels logic. Hope tells logic, "no - you're the concept that doesn't make any sense, and if you did make sense, who would even care about making sense?" Hope is perplexing and wild. Hope is present in the morning sun, in the smile of the passerby, in taking a breath and knowing that your lungs are still providing your body with existence.
Hope resides in a realm separate from logic. Why? Logic attempts to explain, hope succeeds in disproving. Hope, time and time again, has guided the human out of desperate and tragic circumstances. Hope indeed disproves us - when we are so very convinced that we can not go on, hope is the gentle nudge, the faint reminder that there's still a lot of life yet to be known, and so much more to discover; and yes, we can go on because hope reminds us of our inertly curious will to exist, to be alive.
Hope can not be explained with words, only felt. Hope has no equation, nor fancy theories. Hope has no end, no beginning, and no limit.
Hope simply is
and always will be.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
the only me
that will ever be.
and to be me
is to be free
and to be free
is to be me,
so let yourself be,
embrace your me,
and set yourself free.
*this poem was semi-inspired by these words by Oliver Sacks:
"There will be no one like us when we are gone,
but then there is no one like anyone else, ever.
When people die, they cannot be replaced.
They leave holes that cannot be filled,
for it is the fate - the genetic and neural fate -
of every human being to be a unique individual,
to find his own path, to live his own life,
to die how own death,"
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
it's becoming easier to think of you, now.
time does something beautiful like that -
while we're constantly concerning ourselves
with the tedious tasks of everyday living,
time never stops moving.
and what's funny is that we forget
that time is indeed moving along with us
as we walk the path of our day, our week.
and then we have these breakthrough moments
in which we remember:
"has it really been a month, a year, a decade?"
and we realize that the hard things
have become a little less burdensome.
that's what I love about time.
It heals without us even knowing.