It’s been a while since I shared anything creative here. I didn’t feel I had anything new to share. Now I think I can work my way back to sharing new things.
I realize now that I have been missing for the last 2 years. The me that I was, left everything that was here and went to a place of no reminders of the past. I didn’t want to remember anything nor did I want to forget. I saw both as voyages downstream with Scylla and Charybdis flanking right and left. The only real option was to just go forward. But my heart said, “No! Avoid the stream altogether. The stream is filled with lizards, poisonous snakes, jagged rocks and slippery stones.” But that very stream is also a part of my path onwards. I can’t continue to avoid it or stagnation will engulf me and stanch my flow. I must step out of the shadows of pain and back into the sunlight.
I miss the part of me that bathed in the warmth of the sun. I miss the person I became when I allowed the fire of creativity to course through my veins and fuel my sense of being. I need to reintroduce myself to her, take her in and nurture her broken spirit back to health. But can I? I’d like to believe and sincerely hope I can. ✨🙏🏽✨
It is unthinkable to imagine a world without the purity of nature. The natural ebb and flow of the ocean. The visual cascade of endless stars in the sky. The trees, whose leaves sway in the Autumn breeze. But all that is in natural occurrence, on this big blue marble, is fleeting. We rape the air and castrate the seas. The trees give and take unselfishly. We take and take and take. Giving only that our natural laws enforce. Our elephantine footprint crushes the life force of that which holds us in power in this space. We should not allow that which we know and love to drift through our hapless, self important, fingers. The air, water, and soil from whence all pure existence bleeds forth, hang in the balance. It is not enough to be on this earth, we too are of this earth. Every particle of our being shares position with all that is, and will continue to be. Provided we continue to be. Continue reading →
Strike the question from all pages of the mind,
4 the question of want, creates a want knot.
1st question in the book of tales transcends time.
What is it that u want? 2 want knot.
A loaded question gunning down your life force.
A knot in your stomach that dares u 2 want it untied.
A cord wrapped so tightly around your tongue, that u scream your desire 2 loose its grip.
Desire 2 hide
Desire 2 want knot.
“I want 2 b happy”. Happy 2 not want.
But happy is a word tied around the index finger of your right hand, reminding u 2 want the want knot.
If u r happy, u r content with what u got.
Being content means u want nothing;
Happy 2 want not the want knot.
Q: What is a Creative Energy Addict (CEA)?
A: Someone who gets a rush from anything that requires the use of creativity.
Q: What do creative energy addicts do?
A: Why, they obsess over anything that taps their creativity G-Spot.
Today is the day I obtained my CEA (Creative Energy Addict) Degree. After many years of material absorption and insalubrious reflection, I decided to give up trying to figure out what I want to be, and commit to just letting the energy flow. Continue reading →
We the human COLLECTive,
COLLECTors of trash, debris, refuse.
Sand, slipping through 2 the bottom of the 8th hour glassy eyes see treasures in gold painted rocks,
rocks our existence 2 eternal damnation and self-loathing,
spawned by things most likely mock.
Eager 2 climb the mountain 2 the topic not slated 2 be aired on this channel.
Networking hard towards a goal that spits 4th no true wealth that knowledge of litter is king,
cause… we all work in sanitation. Continue reading →