Born to Defy Nature

by .-).

I don't swim against the current and I don't allow myself to to be taken with it. I float in the suspension.

It's a beautiful place.

And yet I'm not on a mindless Pollyanna track and I'm not on an artifically sustained chemical alteration of some sort. I may come across as absent-minded or enigmatic in finding total sense of peace not in the linear design of thought but rather in the abstraction of reality.

And so my urgencies have a different flavor in wishing to be my signature that only wants to be like a spontaneous breeze making souls laugh and molecules transform into a being-ness that knows eternity and the profoundness of micro-tones.

And I am aware of my weaknesses ... I am wary at containing the noise of my inner wars, knowing that sometimes that inner voice is not on my side for peace and thrives on imposing. The defeats of the multitudes of inner wars grieves my heart. I am not ignorant of the pain and tears. But I will defy the current in my stillness. The cynic wants to scream that the age of miracles is gone. People are mansions of thought, navigating through the noise... to find that place where they are neither against the current nor taken along.

Everyone was born to defy nature, to rise about the limits of thought and design. Is that not why freedom and truth is valued?

Understanding is possible in the stillness... paradoxically sobering and dizzying.

Olmayacak þey bir insanýn bir insaný anlamasý.

What an impossible thing,
that one individual should in fact understand another.

Attila Ilhan

Creating From a Place of Listening

by Thomas Hawk.

When truth is the holy grail of life, how does one look at things? What shall I think of that before my eyes?

Certain declarations are ringing in my mind. And though I am a lover of words, I do not wish to be slave of them and so I listen to that which speak louder than words.

shhh

And though I honor and respect actions that create results, I also do not wish to be an easy audience at the whim of vanity nor hand my soul off by piecemeal to insatiable appetites.

What are the words of a great mind or poet to me if in the pauses of their sentences I hear noise?

What do magnificient actions mean to me when they are done to impress passing audiences and I spy the contempt thought hidden behind the stage curtains?

I see things in the silence.

I spy that possession is valued over understanding. I spy that berating speaks too easily and befriending is seen as too much work.

In the sighs, I listen for the whys...

These declarations?

I am listening.

Breathe But Don't Inhale

by .-).

After an afternoon of moving some more things that no longer belonged in my space, i was well into the thought of seeing what else i had yet to take down and put away.

I felt on purpose, on track and slowly being unburdened in my urgency to clear.... in the awareness, I saw the past trail of distraction and knew to be vigilant in not being swept into the world's array of drama.

Breathe... but don't inhale.

The noise, the sparkles, the cacophony of glitter and game is heady stuff... but is it what I want to be mindful over? Shall i stand to be taken in by the undertow of emotion when I just want to stand in the experience of appreciating the given moment and floating in the warmth of its simplicity?

I spent the last several evenings with the moon and told my secrets to it, petitioning forgiveness for my wispy humanity and not taking on the divine powers of my design.

Are we not made to be creators?

And so I am going through my life and choosing to make it more like a temple for peace instead of a theater for indulgences. There are no friendships to be had with fickleness and its mission for flavor of the season; loyalties find lasting homes with wisdom.

Experience with a signature of honor and dignity... choreographed into life with grace and sublime timing is the treasure I am searching for.

JNET