FIRE MEDITATION

Fire is healing. The earth provides us with all that we need to heal, her elements are our elements. we are one. fire burns, disintegrates. leaves nothing but ashes in its path. set aflame all the things that live within you that you no longer want in your home. remember, you can not set another’s house on fire. you cannot control what goes on outside of your home. you can not control the flames that rage outside, only those that rage within. focus. control. release.

allow yourself to use this as inspiration to sit in silence with a candle, or by a fire. focus on the flames, feel the heat. set your intention, then watch it burn.

fire has been used as a method to cleanse the air and as a method of worship for…well, probably for as long as the earth has been the earth. β€œWE DIDN’T START THE FIRE!” 🎢 it was one of the first tools that we discovered as a species, it is what allows us to cook our food, to feel heat, to drive cars to experience electricity. fire is electric. it can be devastating, like the fires that rage in california or the MAN MADE fires that burn down our forests.

regardless, fire is one of the most powerful elements and tools that we have on this earth. candles are one of my favorite things in the world. because through the fire we can experience aromatherapy and connect deeper to self. i invite you all to find a little fire in your life, be it literal or figurative. allow the fire to light your passions, burn away all things no longer meant for you. allow the fire to burn the paths that you should not take and leave a trail of ashes leading you towards home. i love you.

the cyclical nature of creation

reading helps me find my voice. just as “ello poppet” helps me speak a british accent. and “pulling a string” on my body helps me to create a character in improv. for every creation there is a model. if this is true then who created the first model? did the originators of all creations model their creations after anything other than the visions in their heads?

reading helps me find my voice. picks me up and places me into a world where there are only words, there is only literature. all else is white noise to the soundtrack of the writer. i read and words flow to me like i am the shore and the words are the ocean. endlessly crashing into me, seemingly retreating but always coming back to caress my feet. words are truly magical, they create nations and burn them down. they light the fires of love and give meaning to the days and nights. what would the world be without words? what would we use to express, how would we communicate? what other universal form of interaction would we create? would all be music? art? and without a universal model, would there be endless originality? endless creation? or is all creativity recycled at some point in time?

it seems an absolute truth to me that without eachother we can not create. however it also seems to me a truth that with eachother we can not create. something of a yin and yang this thought. that in order to create there must be a certain cyclical element specific to the art of creation and a certain linear element specific to the creator.

my mind spins with ideas. i am rich in ideas yet so so poor in creation. ideas are only ideas if they are not put to action. i could drown in a sea of ideas before i ever build a raft. however when i allow myself to look around the sea, maybe dive below and explore the carcasses of the past. i am overcome with ideas, with inspiration. i could build a million rafts from simply seeing that one raft was built one million years ago. there is something comforting in the knowledge that one of the mystery humans of the past has had similar ideas and of them created a raft with which to float amongst them.

all this to say, when we save ourselves, we save others. when we allow ourselves to create, to be; when we have the courage to create a model, a blueprint of a raft in which to float the sea of life. we create a portal into the minds of others, which they can tap into for centuries to come.

this is the cyclical nature of creation.

i love u

#poember ~ poetry challenge day 7 ~ relationships

TITLE: ONE DAY
an ocean so vast, an enigma so sweet

a field of possibility

of endless interpretation

and infinite defeat

human relationships

have always puzzled me

maybe its because im an only child

maybe its because ive never had one worth while

whatever it is i hope it goes away soon

because i think of genuine human connection and swoon

i love people, i do

but i dont know if people love me too

theres so many relationships to be had

platonic, intimate, good, bad

professional and … the ones that are just plain sad

most relationships seem to mirror the internal aspects of us

“show me your friends, and ill show you who you are”

the human psyche seems to be

the core of the information we see

its interesting because

all that we see is created by us

so maybe thats why my relationships may have always sucked

because of how i saw myself

and the aspects that away i tucked

i long for a place to lay my head

where i can rest

and be as weird as i want, no judgment

no comments about the shit that i said

people who just accept

me, for me.

the purest relationship that could ever be

is the one that recognizes all this for what it is

and sees all beings through that lens

as a reflection of all that exists

confronts others with grace and love

so below

as above

people can only know you as deeply as they’ve known themselves

and most people have only ever known hell

hope grows inside my soul

that as time goes on, more of ourselves we’ll know

and deeper into eachother we’ll come

as we release the judgment

allow all to become

relationships are a mirror

in which to see clearer

the problem is

when we don’t want to see what is

so we smash the mirror

forgetting that the reflection

although in another

is us

and when they suffer

we suffer

and we break human trust

i think honesty is the key

to connecting with someone

i haven’t been too great at it

i must admit

but i am working to get better

one day ill be able to hold your hand

woman or man

one day ill be able to hold your gaze

for days and days

one day ill let you hold me

one day ill tell you all my stories

one day

in the world

there will be true unity

one day

πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’˜πŸ’˜πŸ’˜πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“

#poember – Day 4 – something you want to change in the world

TITLE: war is over, if you want it

“who did it?

was it the muslims?

the americans?

the chinese?

the whites?

the blacks?

who was it?”

“humans.

humans killing humans”

man this shit is really a nuisance

cant take a deep breath

without inhaling the bullshit

for centuries

humans have grown on earth

for centuries

to wars we have given birth

since wars begin in the minds of men

it is in the minds of men

the defenses of peace must be established

im tired of hearing about all this havoc

we reap upon ourselves

then try and blame hell

can’t you see that we create this reality?

videos of hate, of death

got me holdin my breath

people praising a icon of hate

not caring about their neighbor

just gossiping about her being late

dont even get me started about roast culture

i swear we be actin like a bunch of vultures

lobsters in a bucket

pushing eachother down to get on top

end up boilin in a pot

what would happen if the lobsters worked together

if they all pushed to one side

instead of pushing eachother down

and of the bucket made a clown

what do i want to see change?

the way humans treat eachother and themselves everyday

kids in schools getting bullied for a cheap laugh

syria getting bombed for a payday

our earth spit on and trashed

i want to see our society be responsible

loving

kind

gracious

responsible

for the people we raise

the shame and guilt we face

and the outcome of our days

i want to see people who can say

hey, im sorry

people who can say

how can i support you?

people who can say

i love you

to a stranger

cause really, whats the danger?

making eye contact

is a lost artifact

i want to see

people who

meet up to have trash clean ups

meet up and actually talk to eachother

not stare at a phone

and ignore one another

i want to see the end of greed

and the rise of love

i want to see the heavens descend from above

the end of conformity

the beginning of originality

you know 99% of people are afraid to be themselves

because theyre afraid of you giving them hell?

isnt this something we should think about

talk about?

the dark places others dwell

because of a human induced hell?

i want more places of worship

besides just churches

places of hope, of peace

non judgemental

spots where we can break bread

and share each piece

i want forgiveness

i want reparations

i want bravery

courage

and safe places

truth

honesty

and vulnerability

is the air i want to breathe

to get to this divine utopia

we must share the cornucopia

so all may live in abundance

remove the labels

and accept each one for who they choose to be

stop imposing identities

give people safe places to breathe

to bleed

to cry

to heal

war is over, if you want it

but we must first have the courage

to be real, to feel

and to flaunt it