Currents

When the mind is empty, I am. What else remains...? For it is in human vulnerability that we flourish: http://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability.html . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wwm9Xc3swcg , http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Q_x9e-6bSY ,

 Duct-Tape and Robots   Oh ill-linear life! Shall you remain to robotize the mind? All machine parts; habitual havens to the unborn. What a wormhole. Poetry of the love deserves to be wrinkled and newly stained… Not folded simply and buried in a duct-taped box. UNFOLD LIFE THROUGH THE NON-LINEAR: Echo the empty thought and blister it with the dirt-laden shovel. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRAEbKJ-vTk    

Is to embrace what is. To free ourselves from all belief, memory, structure, habitual human securities, and to live moment to moment, living Truth as we go. Discovering Truth anew, and yet feeling it continue to flow... and accepting that the desire to remain secure is no longer a threat. We must experience our Truth every day, every moment and know that it will change. The Truth we knew yesterday is not the same truth we know today and will not be the same truth we will come to live tomorrow. Frankl and a trodden camp. McCandless and a blue bus. Kerouac and a traveled road. Thoreau and a cabin. All so present. All so free...of the constructs of the mind. And with this, the Truth remains untold, yet lived, lived and yet waiting to tell where the layers of the mind will start to peel and become anew: FIRE IN THE WATER. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcUvMgFnNOM

We Survive in Wonder.

Through the layering of my thoughts Exists a junction of Solidity: the Overlap. Through the layering of my thoughts Endures a confusion of the Intricate: the Detached. Through the layering of my thoughts, I Am. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fb9q_6fqXmg

Here we are. A different time. Different place. And yet everything feels so familiar....almost as though, in an age quite different than the one we live now, we were once visitors in these same foreign lands.   An age where Romance was held as high affair and yet the simplicity of Love was what defined us all. Where we, as two very separate souls molded of the same materialed Atom, were able to become Alive in neauromuscular Fission and yet Remain as One 'Embedded Nucleus' coexisting in this Circular sea. A Time where the dusted book still shelves and yet renews anew the Mysteries of the Soul for all who dare to Think... Hello Friend, We ARE the Keepers. Yours Always Love P.S. THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER

I have always fancied at the notion of being a one-suitcase kind of Journeywoman.  One backpack complete with passport, cash, a few random clothes and underwear, something to read and a small snack and water for sustenance and you are Off to quite an array of destinations- healthy blood sugar levels included.  But of course, that's never how it used to work with me (or most women for that matter).  Boy do I have news for you...as I was classicly cruising down Keahole Drive with a recently purchased pineapple sticking discontortantly out of my backpack as my designed-for-all-island-wear sundress (my one answer to random clothes that work well in warm-weather climates...you can honestly wear them ANYWHERE that requires clothing) was flittering up around my the tops of my knees, I realized, looking down at the Nalgene crammed in the registration compartment of my 'Ped' and feeling the weight of everything (save a scoop of laundry deter...