How Do You Connect?

Naturally, the uniqueness of you cannot be explained.
Specifically, you are an infinity all of your own. You are the grandest temple, the depths of salvation, the entanglement of love.. the purity of exultation! Never before has there been an energy as beautiful or personal in existence than of what you are right now. It is not magic and it is not completely mathematical...yet.
The beauty of each individual singularly brings my eyes to water..my heart to soften. Though I embody sharp edges I am well with the realization of what you are to me and to yourself- you are even more! Unfathomable, truly! Though at times you feel more like me than like yourself in that you haven't unfolded all of the truths about yourself.
Yes, often in this day of age, more than ever before, people have struggled with the knowledge of soul recognition and in turn lack the proper skills to even understand their road to success and happiness. Because of my personal life journey, I have done extensive research on horoscopes, astrology (of self), and our connection to the universe and galaxies. It is untrue that my knowledge cannot penetrate deeper than that of what you'll learn on the surface of these studies. I am here to explore the nature of you with you! I will post links of how you can become closer with yourself, but also I am here for consultation and would love to help you or answer questions you may have. If you'd like lots of information I can talk to you more about yourself through posts & messaging.

These are the categories that will bring insight to you:

Astrology Natal Charting http://astro.cafeastrology.com/
Life Path Number http://seventhlifepath.com/
Sun Sign (who you are and embody)
Ascendant Sign (1st House; rising sign; who others see you as/through)
Descendant Sign (moon sign; who you know yourself as/your 'heart')

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58rfQRiQmU8

To know about yourself is to know more about others, to ask, understand, and research you will be able to better communicate, and will be better enabled to create passionate bonds with the existence around you. Either way you choose, the journey is enduring. Make sure you bring your personalized tools for the job.

~ B

Choices

Back inside your own body 

Back inside your own soul 

verses 

Giving yourself to the world 

Where power and motivation goes.

Bridge building, burning, 

Doing work in space truly unknown 

verses

Managing what you've learned so far 

And harnessing your control.

Creating the world you want to live in

Successful prayer, envisioning a matrix mold

verses

Surviving in a fluctuating life

Mapping out a story to later be told.

~ B

Equipped Knowledge

Risen, above reason,
Hovering over the ground like a galactic prism
Shift, shift, resist
My propellers switch gears
My mind.. my fears
Changing like men with mental weapons.

Morbid in my thought; my true power
Currently begging me to cower
I am thick with clouded visions
As the smoke clears we are together
A heart once vacant, now, what could be better?
Only the wisdom within day.

Dare I say, I am not infected
By your heart is my head; well protected
Join me; break free from the divide
Whole if we do; can't be split by a line
Let go of the past it is a lagging energy-bind
Fight for this moment, the memory has already passed by.

What is today if it is all we can trust?
Your eyes look around; the air tingles with dust
Find me in your speech; to converse is enough
A subtle flow is the way that words dance
In the pulsing rhythm of a succulent trans
Contained inside..soon I begin to hear your secrets.

From within, pulling out, withering free all your tantalizing regrets.

~ B

Origin of Slumber

I hallucinate to myself.
When I am asleep; when I am dreaming
I am awake in my mind; I am awake.
Interrogating my subconscious,
Forcing a deliberate cleaning upon my mind.
This is how we learn to keep secrets
By trapping and dismissing our thoughts
For our own sake, in our own minds.
I am viewing a dark and rainy street from above
From a street light
A beacon warning the shadows of my mind to stay away
As they surround me on all sides.
Fear me; for I am the light.
Strenuous emotions concave my soul
Those being the shadows drawing me deeper
A seemingly effortless shift of my mind
I am now shimmering in a hot sunlight
By the hand of a friend we are walking along
He is a man, a father, a son
He brings the heat, the burn, the warm weather
Turning to me he whispers
Only as I exist are we together.

In your shoes now, here I am,
I am walking in your dream
I imagine this question as you do,
If I wasn't here would this place even be?
The existing sub-reality of you
A personal-virtual space of inception
A wander is calling me crazy, but truly who is He?
Only a figment of my atomic imagination.
I am asleep out there,
In the inception that I am in when I'm not dreaming.
That place that brings me to this place; what brought me to that?
I drift peacefully.. I am alone.
Sleep; a cosmic reminder that I'm not completely in control
A piece of tech needing rest, crashing down, my mind is a Hubble
Breaking into pieces on the ocean side
I see people picking through rubble
They are walking on a vision; their opinions are under foot
Feeling the dampness of vast memories
Lungs filling with bias soot
Uncontrolled emotions wallowing in the waves
How consumed is your detached soul?
Awake from this inception
Death of the mind is a hallow grave.

~ B

Who was it?

It happened like this;

That you were the sound of my life
All around me; with a rhythm as loud and smooth as the speed of light.
A silence to you and I
That can only be heard by the cosmos.

In this moment;

A cold polar wind
Ripped through my skin, my bones, and into my chest.
The sound of your fleeting words
A quick movement within your lips.

Saying to me;

I am all gone of you; my love depleted
Wounding my heart thus my chest surely shall concave.
Momentum of your words shattering this reflection of my mind
Splicing deeply, numbing me from shock.

Sentenced to an emotional death;

Which was once a chemical matrimony
Stripped of my defenses, my weaponry.
What else is left but true death?
You are draining my reason; clotting the wound is doubt.

Droplets of my love and logic pouring out;

Leave my heart bloodily
I would say if it weren't already so.
How I wish your words could puncture through me
Physical eliminating emotional.

This bond that severs us is of the two;

Me and you
Our world brought to an end.
Depth of our life in dismal proportion
Eternally vacuumed us into a separating wind.

~ B

Augury

Have you ever dreamed of your future?

Coming in flashes that move quickly
Deja vu is what I thought hit me
But in fact, I've been living a dream
I can't say it's been a grand thing
Entirely it is though, it must be
The presage that lies within me.

Events in my life have been unfolding
I have seen them before in a cognitive holding
Life, previously, was just passing by
Now particular moments prompt me to ask, why?
How did I know this was coming?
A scene in my retina has my mind humming.

Dizzy and dazzled; I calmy drink from a cup
Knowing what is next, waiting for it to show up
I smile into faces
Put on my shoes, tie up the laces
I pace through the day, at the end, I feel blessed
To know this life and play out the rest.

~ B

Dear Fran

Dear Fran,
I wish more people knew you
Knew your type of love
For I've never seen passion like it
A gift you bestowed on me
As I was passing through.

A woman of God
Of good character, wisdom
At nightfall you knelt by your bed
Loving this world for what it is
For what you knew it as.

Oh Fran,
I helped you find you're room today
All day, in fact
I put you to sleep at seven
In hopes you'd get to see
Another morning.

Today as you awoke
I opened your window
And you gasped in excitement
'My, would you look at that.'
The early morning sun
Was peaking over the building top
And you smiled at me
With a quivering lip
Grabbed my hand even
'What a beautiful world we live in'
And I shed a tear
Because of your happiness
An endless moment of my life.

You are almost 100
So many years
And yet you've kept
Such an innocent
Beauty in your soul.

How happy you make your love
So true and calm
So witty
So lost
I'll help you find your way.

Because I've been blind
And you opened the window
To my heart
With your kindness and love
As the sun rose today.

~ B

Remember Me

Remember me,
At a certain time of day
When the clock
Hits the hour mark

The sun casts
It's contrasting shadows
Once again
On our round of the Earth.

Remember me,
In the crisp movements
Of the morning
When children are quiet

The house smells of coffee
The bedroom carries an aroma
Of wet hair and damp towels
In this moment, we kiss, that was us.

Remember me,
In Autumn, my favorite,
On a day free from work
You'll go walk the roads

My finger tips are missing
To grip in your own
Instead you wipe your nose
On your sleeve and go home.

Remember me,
In chilly December
Dear Handsome
Laying down by the fire

You've read my last letter
Each day as it does not end
I linked the end to the beginning
A secret only we knew; together.

Remember me,
Each day
At a time
In every season

For our hearts
Once grew great
In this hour
Let's not forget to remember.

House of Cards

Ideas folding
In the way
That cards do
Held at our highest esteems
In the open ends of our majestic minds,

How wonderful the King see's his hand
Dealt to rule a house of Ace's
A heart, a spade, a clover, a diamond
Giving these symbols to his wife
As measures of material love,

The Queen,
For whom may house
Their four of a kind
Delights in a humorous Jack
Who paints his face,

Transvesting his life
Thus he proclaims
"Madness engulfs a number of people below you"
The sorrows of death
Where victories are counted in runs,

In hopes to reach a deal unfolding
In the depth of a twisted game.

~ B

My Word !

I am the operative tool

Of my harmonic poetry

Lists of lines dwelling

Within the balance of my mind

In the way I come to write

The words come to me

My serenades sit stacked

As high as infinity's wall

They linger marvelously

In a capacity of endless space

A fortuned library

Held at my highest esteem

These words I say

Have been patient

On the tip of my tongue all morning

Playing games with my mind

Assuring you of their unique design

The surrealist ideas of my knowing.

~ B

Hard Questions

I once opened up into a world full of strangers
What a curious sight of incarnated dangers
Am I in your conscious mind?
Or are you the kind
To tell me that you are in mine
This thought has captured my time
I don't know you, but I dreamt of you just last night
Who were you to me underneath the sky full of starlight?
I loved you and knew you
In a sleeping vision I drew you
As if I sculpted your face into time
Now here you are in an astounding design
In ways far past my understanding
My heart called you; demanding
How splendid it is but I often wonder why
Your face is familiar, this is why I'm shy
For once, you were only a dream
Now our words are flowing in a chemical stream
You are in my reality but before I was sleeping
Perhaps this is it, are you mine for the keeping?

~ B

Mystery

Love is what keeps me
Faith is no crutch, it leaps me
High on luck in the air
Because below there is a breaching
Where I don't want to fall, so please teach me.

Constructed ways of life we live in
Where your death is a tragic given
Let's find clarity today
Full speed ahead, we're swimmin'
I plan to spend my days in your heaven.

I hope one day you wake up beside this
My body, my soul, victorious of my prizes
And you look upon me to say
My addiction is you, miss
My drug of choice is your bliss.

This life may be all full of curses
Only if I stare into my mirror
And it tells me I'm worthless
Because at the end of this time is my person
A lover, a friend, found in these verses.

~ B

The Conflict of Two Senses

We are speaking

Your words are circling 

Passively admits my prominent thoughts

Filtering themselves into residual knowledge

Yet in doing so you are escaping me.

It would be mad to try and remember this

A moment where you're smiling deeply

Into my eyes in this way

When I am trying to hold on 

To your serenade of sweet lines.

Who is able to hold on to the purest moment?

Either you listen or you search

I am trying to balance both

Forgive me, I didn't hear you

Repeat again, I was trapped in your gaze.

Untitled Poem

This is where we are
When we are alone
When we are touching
After the storm comes rain
And we touch like this
Paved bodies
Dampened skin
Breathing with tethered hearts
Are we together or are we not?
We can be sealed
With stones, gems, and silver
Gold, metal, and crystal
Eternity; we can attempt to make
Goodbye and hello
It's all the same
This one craves comfort
This one loves pain
And we twist and turn
Beneath blankets with strangers
Even when we are alone
The silence is inside of us
We lay touching and asleep
What truly does this do?
Awake now, how do you feel?
Tell me the way you see me
And where your heart has been
You are healed in this moment
Suddenly, you are broken
Balance with whom?
When even you are a stranger
In your own darkness
Lets see you be bright
You know that feeling
When you shine by yourself
Love is shining in this way
Let's do it, my love
A simple gesture
A sweet smile
A heart with a lid
In a melting pot
I seek the shyness that is you
That is your love
That is so rare
Because soon you carry on
And lose sight of this
And when you leave me
It's gone.

~ B

Love Workers Mind

His exhaustion
Hits it's peak
At the top of a mountain
Tumbling down a dirt road
Him and I
We begin to bicker

I turn my cheek softly to say
We should stop
Before I yell
He laughs
In a falling silence
Where we are whole again

Slumbers in the night
This is him and I
Hard working hands
Sore swollen feet
We lay intertwined
Love is in this night

When dawn arrives
He is gone
Pushing for pennies and dimes
I am walking
Strapped to this surface
To heal kind and wrinkling eyes

Him and I
We meet again
To laugh
To sleep
Within the whole of my heart
Voided space is being filled

Tonight, I found his tired soul
Through spoken words
Of mangled distress
Counterfitting themselves
Into assembly
We; the love workers mind.

~ B

More

Over done unraveling
Again and again
Trying to figure out
The long line of sanity
Making the inner decoder
Hungry for more discovery
In this you continue to pace
Negotiating with currancy
A dollared sign that teaches so well
Using the seed of language
To turn you ripe with greed
Filling minds, filling bellies
Housing all of our insecurities
In this you turn to ask
What else?
What is more?
As if the work isn't enough
Hard labor that turns to gold
And we marvel at these sights
These places we see
These days we live
The accomplishments we devour
More is the thing that you build
On a long line, unraveling
That has yet to reach it's end.

~ B

Untitled Poem

Just as a man
Gives his love
A flower

The creator
Gives the universe
A star

Your soul
Gives your body
A thought

And these things
Are given
Out of purity

They are maps
Of abundance
And of assurance

That this thing
That we call life
Is growing

And it thrives
And it dies
In time

Finally we know
That the vision
Is love

And that love
Is the continuum
Of giving.

~ B

Harmony

Happy

Going long and lucky
Seeing through my mind's eye
Toying with a child
Who plays lightly
Deep within my heart
Dancing her days
In a path of flowers
To a melody
Only she can hear
And when she's listening
She thinks it comes
From the stars
When really the serenade
Comes from her heart
And she laughs without pride
Without any reason
She smiles through
Blue skies and
Green hills
In scented fields
Of lavender and dampness
Breathing for herself
Loving for her time
Investing minutes for her mind
She looks out
He is there too
He that is him
Who plays so lightly
Deep within his soul
Pacing his days
In a path of trees
To a melody
Only he can hear
And when he's listening
He thinks it comes
From the heavens
When really the serenade
Come from his heart
And he laughs without ego
Without any reason
He smiles through
Brown branches and
Green leaves
Wandering toward a scented field
Following the smell
of sweet love and curiousity
Breathing for himself
Loving for his time
Investing minutes of his mind
In a hunt for gentle hands
He looks out
She is there too
She that is her
They pace forward
To a rhythm
Humming in their gentle minds
They touch
Without words
Without worries
With focus
And with clarity
They know their love
One step at a time.

~ B

Untitled Poem

Relativity is
This moment that must sustain my desire
So I sit silently under the open sun
Whose power broke through the clouds
And the barriers adrift by the stars

Pulled forth from a place of rest
Where I'd dreamt many dreams
Ones of direction and flow
A feeling that was with me
As I awoke

A day
The length of eternity and back
Back to this moment
To expand once again,
and again, and again,

That is my mind and it's foe
Oh, sweet melody
Leave me alone
We dance back and forth
Relativity and the unknown.

~ B

E.Meditation

An Egyptian Tale

Land is passing me
Carrying away sand and salt
In the endless miles of a rhythmic dream.

There is a clearing
And my view is of a field
Where sands are settling like musical glitter.

Seeping down into vibrational markings
Maps of patterns designed for purpose
The curious places that exist only as we do.

I walk with musical readers
The ones that see designs and embellish them
In garments of beauty and veils of language.

Tuned in with formulating etiquette
They sleep in dark rooms at nightfall
Aligned in positioned temples.

Drawing in breath from the stars
Life flows as blood in veins do
Pumping up men and woman.

In bulging vessels of curiosity
Our ancestor's mysteries lay locked in valves
Sleeping.. only opening with our mind's sharp edge.

4/9/2013
~ B

Enclosed Infinity

Enclosed and yet infinite
Here, we are clothed yet have uncovered
The provocative nature of a being
A human such as yourself
For whom may detest of such an honor
To which the honor is yours

Encapsulated pills of intelligence, yes we are
Manifested by humanitie's nature of adaptation
Oh, to look out and to blink
To lay quietly and recognize a feeling
Though we are never being truly, truly touched
As walls of the mind are the only things that can do so
They touch us in ways that make us believe

We believe in feeling
We believe in moments of measured time
Thinking it's splendid really
Plundering toward death as though it's a thing worthy of loving
The blade of chance at your throat with each passing moment
We fight for our freedom from others
Fight for the freedom of our minds
Telling death 'not today'

'Not today,' we say
As though tomorrow is a granted thing
Unfolding our power
The infinity lying in all
To change the line which we stand in
Forever more
For the children and for those who have yet to take a breath
Breathing onward

A justified measure of the world is only
Always is
The foot prints of you
Walking until we've made it
To the goal which biologically awaits
In the secret of patience
What is it we wait to finally achieve?
Death.
The final close to our measurable land
Where we open yet again to infinities time.

~ B

The Dance of Ego and Self

Ego is who works with you all day. The soul of you and Ego walk together in a perfect blend.  Many people are not aware that this mediator is there, yet it undoubtedly is.  Ego is responsible for the vibration level you are omitting.  You see, when you start to feel any emotion what-so-ever Ego is enabling you to do so.  At all volumes of the word emotion, Ego is there.  The only way to effectively find You while in Ego is by discipline of mind (self-control).  For people who are new to awareness of Ego- we tend to think there is a lot of work involved in keeping yourself stably happy throughout the day. You know why?  Because many of us haven't been taught to practice the healthy kind of self-control.  The kind that enables us to effectively create our own happiness.

Know that entirely you, now and all along, have known how to manifest the projection of your life.  That is why you are important.  That is why you are loved. You are the new surge in old power.  Controlled society is, unfortunately, very good at finding physical and mental ways of demobilizing you from this understanding   It is sad but true.  But those of us who care come to teach everyone what is known about the evolution of an awakened mind and how to really channel in the good sources of energy.  The ones you want and potentially need.
A lot of people think 'it is the Universe that brought this to me', yet that idea is backwards.  The fact that you are enabled to the ability of choice is the gift that has a plan for you.  You CHOOSE the way that leads your  life.  The only way to follow any type of path is by choice, hence, sometimes the biggest lesson of all.  When you develop self-control and self-direction, you know the most amazing gift you can receive can come to life.  This realization is that you aren't made to follow, you are designed to lead.  Biologically programmed to!  Has it hit you yet?  Like a ball thrown through the air, knocking you on your back so all you can see is a sky of limitless space and time.  The fact that you are doing this right now...is a message in and of itself.  

Self-control is realizing you control this; the you.  Your thoughts have constructed everything you see around you.  Self-direction is understanding what is around you down to every single detail.  What you see and what you do is the product of any and every thought you've ever had.
The idea of karma is an example that may come to mind.  When getting rid of material things you are letting go of physical karma.  When you channel focus away from things you don't want to think about (self-consciousness, any type of disturbing thought, an idea of failure, and/or a person who causes pain) you are getting rid of emotional Karma.  So out with the troubles in with the peace!  The most blessed gift of this world is that you can rid of the yucky things in your life and make room for the things that you love.  A limitless ability to surround yourself with the embodiment of everything you find beautiful.  

Your control is all.  

It's amazingly harmonic the way we can choose an ideas even down to the voice of clear conscious or of thought.  Either way we continue to create. 

In our intelligent universe we saw a beautiful world.  In our intelligent consciousness we thought up a beautiful  created self.  What an awestruck time that was set, thus, we are here now.  The fact that out of all the years we've been building, dreaming, and creating- you and I can meet. 

Thought is the beauty of the world.

~ B

P.S.  If you want to know more about this notion or need some expansion I would be happy to talk about ways to develop skills and exchange constructive ideas. 

Ease

I search my brain for something I tend to forget

A thought hanging loosely but I somehow know it

Like a small braid being woven by large fingers

The rhythm of intertwined helix where physical lingers.

Resembled, realigned

The fact that the mind can keep track of time

The beauty of nature at it's vibrational best

Where law of attraction takes care of the rest.

Blinking wide eyes, no thought in mind

A perfect sight in your view you will find

Growing, adapting, loving, floating

Cloudless movements of an ego's gloating.

The here and now is ease

Lets just be here and now please

Take a walk, grab a hand, a circular grind

Keep walking forward and you will witness your line.




~ B

Roommate

Warm rooms of carpet snuggling the sides of my toes

Cold feet and hands are what I possess as they are my own
Stripped down because it's comfortable here as troubles are beneath me.
He sits lowly in dim lighted places such as my living room space
A Capricorn is down there and he reminds me of a bull not a goat
Dismal lucidness and no harmony in light song.
A warm room feels like water on my cold as winter skin
A climate of the stars is my Pisces soul
So many lines... and you wait... for so many things.
No blending technique for the Cap whom conceals the ground like an armed weapon
My cool flowing motions he hates and tries to construct
Our differences keep us at bay and yet when we speak there is peace.
A justice that is kept by respect of shared spaces.
Water that draws a line on the surface of the sandy land
A boundary made somewhere up past the clouds
The ones that crowd the light so it is dark by my seven of night.
And yes, I know my target seems unclear but my point is certain
That this dance we do is like a bull and a matador.
We share this space in the resistance of death
Day after day we do our dance in this place
In the middle of time.

~ B

Crystals

Hello friends!

The other day a woman who works the day shift at our workplace was giving free Reflexology consultations and massages.  I was excited because the truth is I had been thinking about how a massage would benefit me for a few days now.  I lucked out because instead of a 15 minute session I got a 45 minute one!  Surprisingly, no one who signed up had shown up for the entire hour. The woman (her name is Julie) explained how her line of work, apart from caring for our residents in our job, was Holistic Healing.  I smiled when I heard this and thought to myself, finally, someone on the same page as me!  Before long I was explaining to her some of my plans to become a holistic healer myself.  I started telling Julie about my experiences with mediation too and the changes I have been experiencing internally from it.  I said 'goodbye' to negative energy and it has kindly quieted.  She told me a little bit about the map of your body that lays on the bottom of your foot.  The blueprints of your steps in humanity right there.  You truly carry with you all the information you need, it's just a matter in realizing that you can access it and then how to.  Imagine your body as a business in it's first stages.  As you grow to learn about yourself and your finest qualities you start to create blueprints. You think about how to structure your life; the hiring of good thoughts (workers) the firing of negative energy (mindless coldies) and search for a good environment to station yourself in that is the right location for growth and success.  Ah!  I hope your mind is opening to your abilities, friends, truly I do.
Anyway, among the mists of our tangent we came to a curious conversation.  She brought up the idea of grounding yourself during meditation with the use of crystals.  Now, I have heard of this before and have researched it a little bit.  The truth is I have never really indulged in the idea of using crystals for any other use besides admiration because I didn't really have an opinion about them.  Although they are majestic even just visually, Julie believes they have healing powers and grounding abilities.  I thought about this for a few minutes before discussing my opinion with her.  I thought about why people look for them, how they are formed, and what the potential of something so beautiful could really do for someone.  I mean look at what we use crystals for today.
With this, Julie proposed that she would bring her copy of the book Crystals and share it with me.  She encouraged that I should look through it and whatever I found I should write down.  She said, "everything you see is what you need."  Potentially, the entire book, but I took a more humbled approach to the idea.
Today, Julie brought me the book.  This evening I got the chance to sit down and I decided I would close my eyes, clear my mind, and flip to pages.  I wrote down the page number and the title of what I saw on the page.  I allowed myself only to read the page I landed on.  I decided I would keep doing this until I felt satisfied and not look for anymore.  At the end I came to 10 different pages.  The first three pages were explanation pages.  The last two were picked at the same time. Anyway, here's what I got:

1. Page 53   The color of the sun
2. Page 113   Dark green ray
3. Page 11   Light and the eyes
4. Page 181 Spirit Quartz
5. Page 73   Yellow tiger's eye
6. Page 253   Watermelon tourmaline 
7. Page 125   Labradorite 
8. Page 159   Azurite
9. Page 43   Ruby
10. Page 49   Zincite

In one of many next projects I plan on; I am excited to obtain raw forms of the crystals I referred to above and share with you my experiences with each of them.

What do you think about crystals? Are you intrigued and want to at least know a little bit more about them? If so, I've attached a link for all you discoverer's out there with a thirst for some new info. Cheers! And happy trails. :)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crystal_healing

~ B

Gesso

Gesso..
Oh how I love that word
The fresh scent of a clean slate
An idea on the rise
A beauty and a mirror

Here, you begin to create
Spreading colors in rays of light
That seep deeply into the permanence of you
A fascinating world of visualization

Peace takes you when you paint
Working your mind with blissful momentum
Because at times you will sit there for hours
Staring into the details of your piece
With a still silence all around you

As you move through a work of art
Time warps you
Once satisfied
Look again
There is more to unfold

The illusion is yours; seize it
A painting once started; manifest it
Let there be room to expand
Run like a brush with it
And carve in your permanence

You will think you created it
But life entirely painted you
On a coat of gesso
In a beautiful and thick realm
You awake into each day

Where, like gesso, you are new.

~ B

M.O.

Measurable.

Recalling, summoning

Uplifted by prophesy

 Assembled pixels

Discussing, describing

People consume me

Salting their own wounds

Demonstrating, employing

The feasible wreck

A feverish court

Testing, calculating

A warrior's mind

True outcome of thought

Creating, composing

Energy interludes me

In the crevice of my mind

Revising, valuing

Doctrine of light

Sanction and support.

Objective.

03/10/2013

~ B

Life in the Valley

~B

Bliss - "Grasshopper"

Take rest on this beautiful day.

~B

Walking With Wanderers

Sitting on a hillside, I look out over a river. I squint at it through sunglasses as the sun is always too bright on mid-summer days. My skin smells of tanning oil and my toes are sandy. The earth below me is cool which feels nice.  It radiates off of the land onto the backs of my legs.  The ground seems to be breathing.  I stand and wander down to the river bank.  The water is loud, crashing against rocks, but the air is quiet and peaceful.
I always stand right next to the water line. Perfectly out of its reach as it expands out nearly skimming the fabric on my shoes.  This is an empowering feeling but I am not sure why.  I crouch down to examine the rocks embedded in the water.  Apart from this sight I see tiny tadpoles swimming frantically.  As I lightly skim the water with my finger tips, I swish the tadpoles away so that there is a clearing for my feet.  I stand and dip one foot into the water.  The other one follows.  The water is cool and this makes me smile.  Around me people of all ages seem to be gathering as they play, laugh, and skip rocks.  I walk further and further out.  The liquid is deep and shocks my skin as it climbs up my body. Soon my entire canvas is submerged.  I bob up and float at the top.  The current takes me down the river as I allow it to. I float past a bridge that rests above me.  People are walking back and forth on it.  Some are standing and talking.  I wonder why they aren't in the water too.
A child is following me; he laughs and smiles at me.  We are the only two drifting.  Soon we hit a shallow bed of water and I sit up.  The boy joins me.  He asks me what I'm doing and I tell him I'm sitting in the water.  He giggles and asks me why.  I tell him that it's nice to sit here and it was fun to float down the stream.  He agrees.  He takes my hands and asks me to walk with him.  We walk out of the river to the bank where green grass rubs sand off of our feet.  The boy tells me about his grandfather who taught him how to fish the day before.  He had caught 3 fish and released them.  I walk with him back to his parents who were playing with his younger sister.  He waves goodbye and runs to them.
I proceed to walk in the other direction and I think about what it is to be free.  To let your soul become liberated and walk around where you would like.  To pass anyone at any time regardless of age or ethnicity or status.  We walk, we play, we smile.  We are free.  The feeling can really get to you. Trust can circle around to become a touching moment.  Anywhere at any time, you can meet someone that will forever imprint on your memory.  The point is made that we are always moving, learning, and loving.  We live our moments and we tread forward.  As we walk with wanderers.

2/16/2013
~ B

Dear Love I Forgive You

Captivated by the feeling
Of your soft lips as they center
Perfectly with mine
And we stand quietly
With our noses squished together
Our blood pulsing heavily
With fingertips longing for a moment
That lasted longer than what is always granted
I held this moment, Dear

In the morning I feel you against me
The sunlight is held back by nothing but a window
A pane we wish we could hide from
But I couldn't be happier
And you are quietly sleeping
Your eyelashes curl upwards
As your eyes trace the colors of
The back of your lids
And I couldn't be happier
Nor more afraid
To lose someone so soft and peaceful
Keep dreaming, Love

You awake to gather your mind
A few moments go by
I know you remember
That hot and cold balance
That fixed us into a
Slow rhythm of bodied time
I traced your heart in the sunlight
Which lead me to the lines on your palms
My gaze then reached
The depths of your eyes
Only for a moment
All of this in silence
As my mind tried to make sense of it
A feeling that I...I

I didn't know how to say it
So on a peaceful night we drove quietly
When we got home I kissed you
I held those lips far longer than I should have
Longer than it is was good for
I almost fell asleep like that
You know
And while you always seemed to test
The strengths of my mind
I never imagined that these moments
Would be something
I would have to forget
That you would be someone
I would have to... Forgive

I made you a promise
Above, beyond, to the top
My heart wept but I didn't speak
As you brought me back to the light
Laying in the depths of my soul
Our soul
It's me 
You said
The truth that rattled my inside
But only in the moments you were gone
The moments that would haunt me
When I would dream about You.

2/14/2013
~ B

PAH

An apple bobs down the oil ocean
No one reaches out to grab it
Yet everyone is starving
The apple is plump and red
Floating... drifting
A woman jumps in and grabs it
She takes the seeds
She plants a tree
And her family reaps the fruits of her labor
Soon the woman gets sick and dies
But the tree still grows
Tainted with hydrocarbons
The family spreads the news of a growing tree
And soon they are feeding the world
With the fruits of their mothers labor
And the wealth of her discovery is accumulating
As quick as the world is responding
Suddenly the tree begins to die
And everyone begins to get sick
But the family continues to sell their seeds
And the people continue to buy the food
Now everyone is weak
And they drink liquid to survive
Yes, they drink from the oil ocean
Their mouths are filled with droplets of filth
And their teeth are rotting
Numerous bodies are dying
But no one seems to think about
Where the problem started
Only how far it has spread
And all blame the mother
For an entire ocean filled with oil.

2/12/2013
~ B

Dandelion Death

It is the beginning of summer
My light blonde hair is freshly brushed
I am sitting in my yard
Surrounded by lush grass and dandelions

It is quiet out
All I hear are birds chirping
A few cars are passing by
In my own focused thought I hear nothing

I lay down for awhile
My summer dress is hanging loosely from my body
My plastic sandals are melting on the pavement close by
The Earth is warm, the sun is too bright

Ten minutes have gone by
I sit up feeling light headed
All around me are soft pedals
All around me are grassy blades

I reach down massaging the stem of a dandelion
My favorite flower at this age of seven
They are everywhere I look
They are dainty and beautiful; like me

This is what my mother tells me
She doesn't like the common flower though
She calls them weeds
She says they don't make the lawn as pretty

I pluck the yellow flower
Examining it closely with large blue eyes
Eye that expand and contract in order to get a precise image
Liquid runs down my fingertips from the hollow stem

The yellow blossom smells of pollen
Its petals are countless
Sprouting out of the head of the plant
Like the hairs sprouting from my head

I twirl the flower around my fingers
And place it upon a rock
I lay back down
And try not to look at the sun

I often lay here alone in silence
My parents did not give me siblings
I grow up as my own best friend
Comfortable only knowing the likeness of me

I look at the dandelion with sympathetic eyes
I should have let it stay with its flower family
Attached to the soil
The only means of life that allow it to grow

The dainty flower has started to wilt
Its stem has flattened
The yellow petals are turning translucent
I cradle it in my hands

As a memorial
As the sun goes down
I lay the dying flower with its family
In my mind the dandelion whispers to me

All around me are soft pedals
All around me are grassy blades
Soon the whisper fades away
Soon the flower is forgotten.

2/12/2013
~ B

Bow Headband

Hello Everyone!

As you know, I have recently taken up crocheting as a new hobby for the year of 2013. I was excited to find out that this hobby takes more then a little effort, concentration, and time. So far I've made two headbands (one gray, one white), three head-warmers (a white one, a pink and purple one, and a blue one), and I have learned a few different types of stitches.

In the last project I did, I decided to challenge myself by adding a bow element to the classic look of the head-warmer. I also made the entire thing without a loom aid. It's pretty amazing what you can do using only a crochet stick and yarn!

The idea itself actually opened my eyes to something I had never thought about before. I have never thought about how the vast majority of Americans take clothes for granted.

The fact is... making anything in general takes time and effort. And the things we cover our bodies with in this material world are forever in high demand!

Remember to acknowledge that when you don't put the work in yourself, someone else did. Just for you!

02/03/2013

~ B

Did You Set Goals This Year?

Hey everyone!

I'm wondering, how many people in this world really do set goals at the beginning of each year?  

It's an important thing to do!  If you don't take time to think about what you want to accomplish in the next 365 days you probably won't accomplish much of anything that makes you happy.  Of course you can set small goals and feel fulfilled, but why not set a big goal once a year and really empower yourself to be better?  Or why not a few big goals that allow you to really shine in your natural character?  With these things in mind, I thought I'd take a moment to share with you some goals I've set for myself for 2013!

1. Sober Happiness ; finding the joys in life that don't involve any substance abuse at any time, at all.
2. Contribution = Greatest Potential ; as well as a reminder, this is a powerful message for me this year. It helps me to remember that when I am giving to others, in my own way, I am making a difference and showing my capabilities. This allows me to find the happiness within myself. 
3. Fill Each Day With Highest Priority Actions ; writing "To Do" lists each day, understanding what matters most to me, and really expanding on the idea of true priorities, are the best ways that I can reach my goals in life.
4. Highest Values = What I Want Most ; I value my family, my writing, my freedom in expression of my creativity, security in connections, well-rounded and kind individuals, people who think about the world in unlimited manners, open-minded individuality, real love, someone who can fully concentrate on the task at hand, praying, and reading the scriptures. All these things lead me to what I want most which is Happiness.
5. Pick Up A New Hobby ; I picked up a hobby at the beginning of January that I really enjoy! I crochet. It's a fun past time that is challenging enough to feel accomplished when each project is finished! 
6. Being Honest With My Intentions ; I realized this year, for me, is really about finding the real honesty in the circles I have chosen to walk in as well as be in alliance with. Reflecting on my behavior and self sometimes leaves me feeling uneasy. In order to continue to bring good energy into my personal atmosphere though I have to be honest with my true intentions in each connection I keep. This will help me to realize more about myself in my strive towards a better environment.  

I also think it's uplifting to find a quote or two at the beginning of the year that you can look at anytime you need to be reminded to stick to your goals! I found two that will keep me peaceful in times that will test my limits and my character:

" Life won't wait for you "

"I AM

Blessed

Chosen

Adopted

Accepted

Redeemed

& Forgiven."

Ephesians 1:11-12

I hope this inspires you to write some of your own goals for this year. It's only January for a few more days! Think deeply, love graciously. Embrace everything.

My very first ever crochet headband!

Two head-warmers I made this winter.

1/29/2013

~ B

My Mother

In my creator's heart she said a prayer
She lifted her mind as her soul unfolded
A predestined mother, like yours
A hero, a lover, a bearer of life.

The power of a woman
A person who is granted the choice
To bring new life to the Earth
Or to not add to the chaos.

Someone who will always be
Older, wiser, stronger
A moral compass for a weary child
An example of a path of kindness.

My mother, the carrier of burdens
For children who may lose direction
An assistant to lives she has granted
An angel and a guide.

My creator,
Someone willing to love unconditionally
Her decision was made
As she cradled a soft bundle of possibilities.

My mother, the one who never gave up
Who gave me a name
A story, a place, a mind
Half of my heart goes to my mother.

The rest she lets me keep
She says give it to the world
Be the change, be the light
All this, my mother gave me.

In days when I was alone
She was comforting
In days when I was distant
She was tender.

In her tears she gave me an apology
In her love she demonstrated forgiveness
In her laugh she showed me happiness
In her words she taught me manners.

All this and much more
Came from a woman with a choice
To bring a life, a mind, a heart,
A feasible reality to enjoy alongside her.

All of me at all,
Where my mind can reach depths of knowledge,
Where my soul can believe in compassion,
I am able because of my mother.

1/22/2013-1/27/2013
~ B

Red Converse & Dragons

On a cliff
Above water that wavers restlessly
There is a house
A place where people reside
The windows are damaged
The porch is rotten and spoiled.

As I am walking towards the house
I feel indifferent about my surroundings
A singular goal in my mind lures me
The forsaken face of an angel that lays
Deep within the walls
The one I am attempting to save.

I walk in towards the kitchen
A woman places the last dish on a table
"Dinner is ready"
I loom awkwardly over the table
My breath feels hot in chilled air
Where is the child?

Food is being sloshed onto plates
Laughing, yelling, tension,
Emotions seeming to conflict
Suddenly I am drifting away from the table
My feet sweep my body up a flight of stairs
I open the door into a dark room.

Creatures crawling, screeching,
Locked in grimy cages
Nestled in their own filth
I tip toe through the mess
Opening a closet door
He is there.

His age is six
His name is unknown
His hair is brown
His face is covered
He wears red converse
He is whom I have come to save.

He knows me but does not give me affection
He understand my arrival but is not moved by my presents
From the depths of the room he comes out of there is a hissing
A dark and growing voice
Wicked and devilish it calls for me
It tells me I can't leave without a fight.

Suddenly I wisp myself and the boy out of the room
We are falling fast down the flight of stairs
My head hits the post at the bottom
His precious body flies from my finger tips
My body slides to the first story
I try to regain my strength.

From the room above comes a quick moving figure
Its claws grip the staircase as it walks about half way down
As I am perfectly out of view
I see the creature from behind a wall
A dragon breathing fumes that cease to evaporate
Fire and fear stand closer than I imagined they would.

The small boy cradles me
He whispers in my ear
Do not fear the beast.. save me
There is a door in front of me
With his hand in mine I leap to it
The beast has spotted us.

Whether I am dead or alive
I open the door and a young girl is there
I stare into the eyes of myself as a child
I hold a candle and wear a white dress
Please save us
She motions me into the darkness.

This is the last time I will save you.

1/27/2013
~ B

(Fictional piece; a glimpse into one of my extraordinary dreams)

Inside An Imagination: Part 1

In the open abyss of a mind there is white.
White; the color of fresh snow that lays softly on the limbs of trees.
White; the color of elastic skin that lays stretched on the canvas of me.
I look ahead. I see everything, I see nothing.

I don't wonder why I'm here, trapped in my mind's forever.
Forever has no color.
Forever fades and returns like a memory.
A cognitive tunnel of imagination.

Here, is where a slumber takes me.
I am alone in my mind. I am alone.
Suddenly people appear jarring my white world.
Grassy planes surface, here, we walk clothed in dignity.

They don't see me but I am here.
I sit down on the side of the crowd.
Familiar faces surround me yet I am quietly alone.
Personalities intertwine, souls bind, in moments that are soon forgotten.

I am smiling on the inside.
I am collected on the outside.
My eye lashes blink heavy, taking rest momentarily.
They open into a vision the color of gold.

A figment of my mind's treasure engulfs me.
I knead a part of the gold within my hands.
Lightly encasing the matter momentarily.
With an upward motion a butterfly flies from my fingers.

I take more and am throwing it now, in all different directions.
Things are forming around me.
Many beautiful fireflies are flying around me now.
Lush flower beds grow off to my left.

Sand is forming underneath my toes.
I am sinking deeper..deeper.
I move my hands and glide them through a forward motion.
In the distance I create an ocean, above it, a sunset.

My legs trek through a deep sand.
My feet find a fresh pool of water.
I come to the ocean front and dive underneath.
I am alone in the depths of a vast ocean.

It is spotless and as wide and wavering as my forever.
My hair is breathing with me now.
Each strand is being held by the soft caress of this deep blue.
I am floating right under the surface in my forever.

I reach up penetrating through the liquid.
I grip a branch hanging low and I pull my body upward.
With open eyes I see lush vegetation.
I climb the tree to discover I'm on the brim of a green jungle.

How curious.
It is nightfall.
I am in a quiet place where no stars are in the sky.
There is only a crescent moon in the distance.

I climb down from the lowly tree, noticing it's a whispering willow.
I admire the refuge it gives underneath long majestic branches.
I tip toe up to the tree line.
I stop to listen.

Silence is among me.
An image of my body paces through the dense forest.
I run with a relentless force that sucks vision out of my eyes.
And up into the sky I go.

I leave my body running at a rapid pace.
I approach the celestial area of my mind.
It is cold out here, very cold.
Space is dark, matter is light.

Glowing objects are stagnant in place.
Nothing holds them.
The illusion of this magic is captivating.
I start to tilt, suddenly I'm falling.

Through the clouds I am falling back to Earth.
I feel gravity at each level, which forces me to pop my ears.
The wind is too brisk to breathe in.
I hold my breath as I am about to land.

I am caught by something a little above the ground.
Thick, warm arms cradle my weathered body.
I look up into kind eyes.
I see a face that is familiar in the most unfamiliar way.

All I see are his eyes.

We don't speak. I can't hear his voice.
The sky is cloudy above a cobble stone street.
I hear the sound of rushing water from the heavens.
Rain begins to fall slowly.

Droplets fall tenderly onto his head.
Rolling down his cheeks.
Several are upon his eye lashes, his lips.
His embrace is heated, his breath is steady.

Something tickles my toes.
It is a child who giggles, who vanishes.
It is my long dress fluttering in a drift.
It is my feet treading light as I'm running.

I am running toward a building that is all white.
Inside there is a large room.
The doors are heavy, pure is the silence.
The windows are thick, dim is the light.

I approach the room.
There is a desk. I walk towards. I sit.
There is a quill and ink on the right.
There is paper on the left.

An old man taps my shoulder.
He grabs my hand and kneels before me.
Tell us fair child, tell our people what you know.
He stands and turns me towards the paper.

I press hard on the desk and fall forward.
Falling, all around me is darkness.
Falling, unable to see the ground.
I look ahead. I see everything. I see nothing.

My eyes shoot open.
My pupils try to adjust and sun rays beam me in the face.
Time for work. Time is money. Time for today.
Time to tell what I know.

1/13/2013 - 1/15/2013
~ B

Short Story 1

An emblem falls from my pocket and I hesitate, unable to catch it as it falls. I watch the purple hued knob roll back and forth on the tiles of the girls bathroom. Time after time I've been here. 16 years old and another day at school has ended.

What is it to 'go home?'

As a poet my mind drifts away and I start to imagine myself running on to a yard where my sweetheart is and children run from a warm house to embrace me.

"On a winter day my honey warms my children's hearts while I'm away... I sing lullabies softly into their ears as the day turns to night. Sweet, sweet lullabies. That grip their souls as to keep them sleeping deeply through the night.." 

My mind filters through words and creates sentences running off on to many papers falling...falling slowly to the ground.
Reality sets back in as a cold drift moves through the air. Someone is coming. I reach down and grip the small object and egress through old doors.
There is a bite to the air that hardens my lips as I exit the school.  Ah, winter, we meet again. I place my hands in my pockets as my feet press forward.  The earth is beautiful all around me. I catch myself smiling at the littlest things. I see children playing in the elementary school field right next to my school. I look down and see leafs left to be squished of all their colorful juices on the sidewalk below me.
Anything to keep my mind off home.
It is about a six block walk back to my house. The route leads me uphill in the wind. In a small rural place like this it is about a 10 minute walk. I fiddle with the small little knob in my pocket. I've had it for years. Once on a necklace, it is now just an object I carry around for fun. I entirely believe that its significance is yet to be determined. I knew though that it would be there when something great happened... yeah something great.
As I approach my street I start to feel sick.
Please don't let anyone be home.
I open the front door and a familiar face stands in the entrance. My mother looks indifferent as she kneels  over to clean up a mess that someone has left. The floor is spotless besides a few dirty water droplets and a pair of wet shoes. Typical.
"Hi." I say, but in the air my voice evaporates. I drift up to my room and close the door. Dad will be home soon. Hopefully we can all enjoy tonight.
I close my eyes and try to send good energy through the house. I had developed this habit when I was young. It was appropriate to wish for a good night if tension lingered in the air for too long.
After several minutes of wishing, I pry my brain away from that focus and scope out my room. Everything is in place. No visible electronics besides my phone. No homework. Nothing really to do. I hear my mother yelling at my brothers as they run around the house playing games. A day in the life.
I pull out a book I've been trying to read for quite some time. I start to read a chapter of it and soon I am drifting to sleep.
Screaming is the next thing I hear.
My eyes spring open as my pupils try to adjust. It is dark in my room and all that's visible is seen by a light that shines through the crack under my door. Walking out into the hallway I tread lightly on the carpet and stop at the staircase. More screaming from the bottom floor proceeds and my heart begins to pick up pace. My hands become clammy as fear shoots through my body like a gun pulled right on my chest.
It's nothing new that my parents are at each others throats. The situation has been the same for years, but the feeling it gives me never settles right. You don't get use to this type of war. As a child you just have to know how to stay out of the way.
I hear something break and I know my mom is the culprit but that she will blame by father entirely. In these moments I tend to go to a cold place in my mind; a protective mode. This is where you don't feel, you don't think, you just do. I spring down the stairs and scoop up two quiet children who sit against the wall. My brothers. They are looking at toys that five minutes ago they were laughing and playing with. Now they only seemed interested in inspecting them. Their silence feels like death and I try not to empathize with their fear. My brothers' large brown and hazel eyes search mine with a sadness that no one should ever feel. They grip my arms for protection. I smile and kiss them as my heart weeps. We enter their room and I lock the door. I instantly clap my hands and slap my legs.  Feeling my emblem slid around in my pocket I pull it out and start to tell them about it.

See this? This is special. This is my special emblem and I'm giving it to you guys to share. You can look at it and toss it in your hands. You can wear it around you neck and make wishes on it. Isn't it cool?

Creating noise is the best idea I can come up with. I talk loudly about anything and everything they are interested in. We talk about preschool and dinosaurs. But there is no hiding in a house full of torment. The screaming gets louder and soon the parents are upstairs opening and slamming doors several times. Dad is crying, mom is screaming. Dad is yelling, mom is hitting. The madness persists. Mom tries to open the door and my heart jumps. I open it and she storms in like the darkest cloud in a mid-day sky. Her eyes drenched in tears, as she fills my brothers minds with an idea to diminishing the image of my father as a man. Telling them things that make them question our only honorable and hard working father. I walk out of the room, helpless. Knowing if I say anything I too will get the wrath. Downstairs my father is out in the garage weeping blindly into his hands. Silently mouthing 'why' repeatedly.
But I know why. So does he.
I run to my room so my carpet can catch me and all my tears. I shut my door and reach up to lock it. The storm has passed but for how long? The feeling of torment never subsides within me. I wonder how my heart keeps pumping after years of pain. I reach up and grab my bible and place it lightly on my chest.

Dear God, please spare me and my family from this pain. Father, please help me. Please help my family.

I plead with God as my faith in his protection continues to shed light on my heart. It calms the whimpering and I continue to repeat my prayer. My breathing calms and my closed swollen eyes begin to soften their grip. My body relaxes.

Please, Father, please. Stop this war within this house. Stop the war..

Soon my bodies lays limp and my hands slide off of my chest. They skim the pages of the open book.

"..On a winter day my honey warms my children's hearts while I'm away... I sing lullabies softly into their ears as the day turns to night. Sweet, sweet lullabies. That grip their souls as to keep them sleeping deeply through the night.." 

Peace is around me. The house is quiet and dark.
I am asleep for now. I am asleep.

1/9/2013
~ B

Untitled

Father,
I call upon you in the wee hours of the morning
Sending toward you a trouble in my soul
The tears from my eyes that have fallen
And have consumed my inner balance.

I humbly fall at your feet,
To explain the damage brought to my heart
By my thoughts the length of many days
A mind unsettled by a destructive world.

It was until today I had yet to realize
The true power of my strength
Part of me that was hidden from my own being
By a destructive manner I followed blindly.

Oh, how I have been lost
I come pedaling the water
Quick with damp feet
Taking refuge under your eternal tree.

Why had I fallen for the fruit?
The corruption that had scewed my judgement
Where character and time play as a couple
Whom have broken their vows to my soul.

I weep in the brim hours of the morning
Father, hear my cry
Mend my heart as bodies lay asleep
Dreaming dreams of everlasting peace.

I listen for your voice to carry me home
A place where I awake and never leave
The light from somewhere deep
Where my heart heals slowly toward a higher peek.

~ B

Thus Is Life

In the beginning there was motion.
Where the darkness stood still
Time assembled and began to tick.

Energy in a vibration.
This frequency was created
Time and energy grew with strength in a fluid movement.

In this moment of pace there was a breath.
The breath was not from the mouth
It was from the cosmos.

Life is the consciousness that we know
Formed first as an energy encapsulated
Within the region of body known as universe.

The elastic infinite imagination, mind; space
Attracted together masses of accumulation in to what are shapes
Solids formed in tumorous numbers which accumulate in the body; universe.

Preceding a notion of formulated language
These objects were seen through the lenses
Which are distinct and differing compounds that synchronize.

Therefore in the stagnant up and down there was zero.
Within movement there was one
In conceived time there was two, thus continuum.

Source; the provenience we are in
Before motion was the only presence and was comparable to Same
After motion, presence became Different, like children.

Time current is quick and is slow.
Thus, depending on the pull of attraction,
A particular field of energy is depicted.

A mind caught utterance forming language
Concept began to grow
Imagination perilously Infinite.

As life is concept of creation
Knowledge that enabled the universe to quickened the process
Objective created subjective.

We are the subject of an object.
God, Source, created Earth
Individually we populate IT.

We love because THE loved us first.
THE Source of Intelligence created
And individual was formed.

You are your own intity.
But you are not Source, alone
You are a part and of it, you are not zero.

You are not first, you are not last.
End is not last, Beginning is not first
Binary flow towards continuum is measureless.

THUS. IS. LIFE.

1/1/2013
~ B