Dreams These Days

These days, I find myself  vividly returning to dreams of  an amalgamated institution - pri school, church, grad school,  pride club, prison, office life,  army.  There, I find myself surrounded with friends  young and old  old and new.  Occasionally a pet or  hitherto unbeknownst  family member  makes a morbid appearance.  They give me insights  into myself  spur me on to greater things  and chide me for my failings in the real world  A paper plane 100-day challenge; An infinite combo with scarabs;  Looping bouts of insomnia and sleepfulness; Not attending cell group  And cats in mech suits galore.  Then I awaken;  and the game continues  I decide if I want to  check, raise or fold.  #poem #luciddreams

Change Yourself

 It’s the one thing that is within your power to do so. 

Creative & Destructive

We are equal parts creative  and  equal parts destructive What are the habits and activities, relationships and value we are creating?  What are the habits and activities, relationships and value we are destroying?  Our light of consciousness can guide our actualisation of self, and only the test of time reveals all.  #habits


Are I Free when I’m in Control?  Or am I Free when I’m out of Control? 

Tu Nariz Grande

Tu Nariz Grande Tu Nariz Grande  es mi parte favorita  de tu cuerpo  Como una montaña  Baila tu cuerpo  Quiero Darte un beso  a tu nariz grande  Quiero querdar contigo  por siempre.  Por supuesto esta tuyo! Feliz Navidad  #poem #noses 

Nightmares into Dreams

When we are able  To see our nightmares for what they are -  Extensions of our fragile ego  our unresolved traumas,  We are better able  to let them go, to let them turn  into someone else’s dream  and with compassion and compersion  turn it into our collective dream  as well.  #earlymorningthots

Rumi On Love

 “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” “I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come ’round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper “more” “I said to the night, “If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long.” The night turned to me and said, “It is not my fault.

Us Problems

It’s rarely ever a You Problem, or a Me Problem.  All problems are US problems as it takes 2 hands to clap, and 2 parties (or 3) to resolve.  We need to all take ownership in it and be there to account for ourself and each other’s actions towards growth and community. Interaction, Intimacy and Initiative are KEY towards solving the challenges of love.  #strive

(11) Seafaring by nicholaiv

(11) Seafaring a short story by nicholaiv Atop an islet, a jagged tip of a submerged cluster of volcanic profusions thrust from the ocean floor, sits a man. Lines of salt have already begun to form on his dried and bare shoulders, which have darkened and reddened in the beleauguering light of a clear mid-afternoon. He looks onwards where enormous tankards and cargo ships with names of countries are minitiaturized and misted and grayed by distance, and the black unevenness of the horizon signaling land sits tauntingly beyond the still vessels. In adrenaline's calming afterglow, the whip of the waves and the warmth of the sun, which hangs in the sky like an angry eye, and the hallmarks of gray industry and man in the distance, hum with power.  This little rock he's currently perched on seems a fated coincidence that saved his life in his 6 hour long international swim; as his strength was failing, it appeared; and for a moment he feels his journey is as monumental as the shifting

A Choice, A Skill, A Conversation, The Thrill

Love is a choice,  Love is a skill.  Love is having  the tough conversations,  and finding in them  the thrill.  #lovemusings