True Programing

Ever since people learned how to speak, and understand language,
they were told what to do,
how to feel,
whats right,
and whats wrong.
Freedom to trust one’s instincts and be themselves,
was stolen when they were very young.

For most,
self-reflection has been self-rejection
rather than self-realization
of beauty and life.

Fear to be true, and simple,
honest, and loyal,
to themselves and to others,
because it might not measure
to society’s standards…

We desire acception from everyone else,
and we’re left forgetting about ourselves,
our true wealth,
which is happiness and health.

During youth,
most are put in front of a desk.
With a book, paper, and a pen,
They learned that was to be their nest.

Some rebelled,
they put this programming to the test.
They were treated less,
than the rest.

Televisions and magazines,
have shown a false perception of perfection.
Forcing this view of pretend beauty down people’s throats before they even get a chance
to find the true beauty within themselves..
THIS. IS. WHAT. YOU. WANT!
They scream,
they enforce.
Instead of asking such young creations,
“what do you truly want?”, “You are beauty”,
“There is no perfection”, “You are light and loved for you.”
But no,
its not that easy,
it’s just not that simple.
They make it way too complicated and unreasonable.
Anything less is way too much to handle.

‘Start them off when they’re young!’
Domesticate them till they’re numb.
Until they cannot see the road,
because what you show them is all they know.

How do you feel?
To you, what is real?
Break the seal.
And all of your agreements.
You cannot control what you were taught…
But you can control what you believe.
As well as what you teach yourself,
and others..

Let them be their true potential. 
Don’t tell them.
Don’t punish them.
Just let them be them.
And leave the rest to karma.

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Given all, to the ground.
Just barely touching the air.
To rise again with all might,
I hold your hand gently, but snug.
Fear of letting go.
Encouragement I gave myself,
and to you.

I stand tall in the treetops,
staring out at the wide skies,
the sea of a universe,
as I plan for more.
Grounding, the reverse, yet the key.
It’s what you’ve given me.

All my years,
I hid under my bed,
if I opened my door, there was no going home.
To lose a home,
that wasn’t what I’d expected,
to build one’s own,
and yet another.

I share a piece of my bread,
in return for your wine.
I didn’t ask for much.

Every day spent in a dream,
head in books,
pen in hand,
money in wallet,
A desire to destroy the war within us all.
A desire to dry every tear shed.
A desire to make everything better.
The truth only hurts.

Burning to my eyes and ears,
drones and bombs,
it all makes sense.
There is no blame left in me.
I gave all, so did they,
and you in your own.

We got away,
but from what?
The crowds,
the drugs,
the noise?
Only memories and hope remain.
Dreaming of something, somewhere
bigger, better,
thrilling, unknown.

Every day, caffeine to my knees,
weight to my back.
Roses, waterfalls, lightening,
shadows, clouds, awakening..
Bigger than every day.
Tomorrow’s another step,
on a staircase leading to somewhere unseen.

Dreams, wishes,
hopes, fears,
cries and joys.
It all happens at once,
but only in a flicker of a thought.
Do you follow? Or do I?
I’ll hold your hand if you step too.

 

Written ~ 8/27/13

Forest of Clouds

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The obstacles mark the path to evolution.
Stars beyond galaxies unseen.
Other dimentions within our own.
creativity pulsing through our veins.

Visible but blindfolded,
What lies beyond is a mystery to us all.
Fields of color unimaginable
words unfamiliar, unspoken, but known.
Experience given, lessons received,
Mental capacity exceeding beyond dreams.
Etheric hugs fear to let go.
To visit is to know.

Accepting complications
for without, no solutions will arise.
A freedom far beyond the skies
lies within your fingertips
tingly waterfalls
heart beat tsunamis
visual thunder
the thought of rain beneath our tongues
hold my hand
watch it crumble
see it build.
Street signs and paved pathways.
invisible to plain sight,
nonexistent, yet touchable
Close your eyes and believe the unimaginable.
Follow the path that leads to the unseen
versus
the path ‘appearing’ to lead somewhere,
which is an actual.. illusion..of reality.

 

Written 8/26/13

Pure Inspiration

 

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I just watched one of the most inspiring movies yet. It was a story about a 27 year old woman, who traveled nearly 2,000 miles across desert land with 4 camels and her dog. Watching this movie brought so many thoughts to my mind.

A beautiful young woman. She alone was inspiring. She was strong, honest, and gentle. She trusted easily, and followed her intuition. She had a love for animals. She had a kind of bond that I have yet to experience with an animal of my own..(Don’t get me wrong, I love and have had many animals, I just haven’t experienced such a bond with one.) She was determined, and fought for what she believed in.
She took all the proper steps prior, and lived completely in the moment for what she was doing.  She was accepting of the other cultures, and not knowing their language. She spoke through empathy. She believed in herself. She believed in her goals. She truly lived.

It turns out this story is actually as true as a story gets…
What. An. Inspiration.  Robyn Davidson. This woman is one of my idols.

After watching the film, I looked a little bit deeper into her story. I plan on acquiring her book and reading it for myself.  I aspire so much to live an experience like she did. I often day dream on living in the wild, amongst nature, caring for myself, foraging, and living minimalistically.

The one thing that really gets to me, but I cannot deny this feeling…. is that; I can’t do the same thing as her. I can’t be that person. As much as I want to live her experience.. I just simply can’t. That’s impossible. I’m honestly surprised this story isn’t more well known.
I want to do something so adventurous with my time here on this planet.
It really made me think about who I am, and exactly what I want to do.
It’s almost like Robyn was perfect for that position. Everything in her life led her to that point. She was suited for the role.
My question is, for myself, where is my place?  I dream of an adventure. I want to do good things while I’m here. All I know is that I’m headed in the right direction – I can feel it….  But I want to at least have a defined goal, mission in mind, and adventure planned out. Like Robyn did… But something unique and meaningful, just for me. I know I have one. I just don’t know what it is exactly. How do I take the proper steps if I don’t know exactly where I’m headed?

A part of me thinks that I should know that right now. So that I can start planning, and get on with it….
The hardest part is patiently trusting. I’ve been learning a lot recently.. SO much. I know that I wouldn’t be ready for an adventure like Robyn’s. Not yet anyways. I’m still building my foundation. For now, I’m walking blindly, being led simply by my heart, guided by the universe.

I will say that one thing that really struck me, is realizing that I am open to companionship. From a dog. The right dog. One I can be friends with. One I can trust, and whom can trust me. If nows not the right time for that…. thats okay. There is time. I know one things for sure… A dog companion sets right in my heart. And when the time calls, she will manifest.

“Anywhere is walking distance if you have the time”
Steven Wright