philosophy

Becoming a Legend of Inspiration

Right now you can call me contemporary
But my aim is to truly be legendary
For if I live on
In these words I’m generating
Then I can continue to inspire
Individuals to not just wake
But rise
With open eyes
A disguise unneeded
When our dreams top the skies
Arms open wide

I write for the love to resonate
Because the ultimate wish is to eliminate the growing hate
You know this
There’s no more time to wait
Make the change today
So do something you feel is great
Abandon the idea of fate
Your life is random
But you can still grow-create

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Image: Todd Quackenbush

Watering my E-Tree with Feelings of Gratitude

This blog is now alive.

I know it now because I have a new feeling. It’s powerful — almost to the point of overwhelming. When I find myself reading through my poems, I can feel the love. Each new piece delivers a fragment of it. A single moment devoted to making sense out of chaos. A fleeting thought now given the highest priority in the world.

With the ultimate goal to be worthy of sharing
Exposing my heart to still feel the world caring
Inspires me to continue through times overbearing

See? This is how it happens. I’ll be writing one thought

And it will turn into a rhyme
Not intentionally
But just on time
As if my inner mind
Broke free
Just to find
A pen to write with
A canvas to fill
A desire to figure out
The meaning of free will

Similar to how plants require sunlight and water, this blog needs sustenance too. Each new post is like a rainfall. Your warm reactions are the accompanying sunshine. Both working together to make up the very fabric and life of my blog, or as I like to call it, my E-Tree.

As I post new content, you become aware that my E-Tree has not died. When you warmly respond to my work, I become aware that my E-Tree is appreciated. With these words, I ping the universe, and with your response, the universe pings back.

I am so grateful.

Don’t bother asking questions
About cups half empty or ones half full
Mine’s overflowing with a moment never dull
Feel the music flowing throughout my soul
Guiding me towards love along with the pursuit to grow
Aware of this blessing to just enjoy the show
Now that I understand and have come to know
That it won’t last forever
Wherever you go
It’s ok to stop for breath, you’re free to take it slow
When facing your own death, you either sit still or you grow
And I write these words so that you can feel it too
That through the chaos you too can be renewed
Misery overwhelming has now been subdued
By gratitude of plenty, appreciating the blues
No longer feeling that there’s nothing left to lose
A moment of love and hate, with an extra one to choose

Thank you for your sunlight. Without it, this blog — our E-Tree — could not exist as it does right now.

 

Break the Apathy

There we go
Almost lost the show ya know
Couldn’t find the Evernote
Writing stories just to say I wrote
Cause you’ll never know
When you’re gonna grow
Next challenge on the corner
Now you’re stronger and can afford to
Take a hit or two from life
Standing tall like a human being
Supported by a wall
Of friendship and family
Altogether just breathing
The same shared air
On a planet numbered one
Whose story still unsung
A moment to be aware
Of how far we’ve been flung
In a universe both here and there
Polarity undiscovered
Between whats wrong and whats fair
People living separately
Hatred and animosity
With a sense of such ferocity
In difference of another
Take on a heartbeat
Organs still the same
Just the visuals and culture differing
What if we thought differently
Somehow, just magically
Ideal didn’t have to be
So damn far from reality
This is why I’m writing here
An attempt to guide you much more near
A sense of understanding
That questions remain outstanding
And change will only come after the moment we all demand it

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For those wondering, Evernote is the application I use to record my fleeting thoughts as I go about my days. I’ve been using it pretty consistently for a few months now and it’s beginning to pay off. Here’s one example: My recent post, Blip, was a fleeting thought from last month on August 13th, 9:07 AM. Must have been during my commute into work. That little thought — that fleeting idea — I probably hadn’t thought about since. Upon revisiting the idea during some time spent browsing notes, it struck me as something powerful and worth sharing. And thus, a moment later, a new post was born.

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NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center – Sunrise/Sunset Over Earth (NASA, International Space Station, 07/31/14) (Woah, they took this photo on my birthday. Sweet!)

Currents of Love and Hate

An incredibly creative and skilled friend wrote to me this morning:

Some days I feel like
A hollow shell of talent.
Nothing to show but
Phenomenal works of drawing
To make the world believe
I have it all figured out.

Still barely woken, I had no quick response. I told her that I know what I wanted to say, just not how to articulate it. Told her to expect a poem sometime later tonight. Fortunately, my pen began to hit paper during my commute into work. Here’s my response:

For every breath in
Is followed by an exhale out
Much like confidence
There is no escape from doubt
But know you’re not alone
In trying to make sense of the unknown
For history has shown
There are currents that direct us
Flows of love and hate that build and wreck us
Each new moment, a blank canvas
An opportunity matched with responsibility
To share the Love with respect and dignity
A touch of humility
As you capture the hearts and minds
Of those in your vicinity
With pen in hand
Imagination is how you break free
And you already know it wont be easy

So let go of the illusion
That it will all make sense
Believe that your heart can and will
Reflect onto life’s canvas
That there’s no way to fully plan this

But we can create
Choose to make today great
Open the eyes to those still in a state
Of disillusionment
That their life is more than a passing moment
Your talent is incredible
Raise your chin and own it
Hold on to these emotions
By putting things in motion

For with your art, you express not your understanding
But rather, your imagination in a world of  your planning

I’m quite fortunate to have a friend in which I get to communicate via poem.

If you like coffee-cup art like this, then totally check out more of her work at:
tumblr: Java Doodles
Facebook: Java Doodles

 

 

Blip

The ability to inspire is much more than saying and writing motivating and uplifting thoughts. An ability to inspire requires the capability to affect the environment of those in your presence.

This text is much like a blip on your radar. Here for this moment, capturing your attention. Soon gone, unless you’ve chosen to keep it in your memory.

Inspiration is the by-product of leading a motivating life. Make no mistake that motivation alone can not be created merely for motivation’s sake. It comes as the consequence of a pursuit in something. A dream or a wish accompanied by the strength and support to bring it to life. To create in the midst of silence.

This writing is a blip.

Something so short and barely graspable, but still a blip.

In these seconds that you spend reading and listening to these dreams of mine, I’m ever so slightly affecting your environment.

If your stream of thought is like a train, let this be the message to derail it and lay a new set of tracks.

Let these words become part of the later version of you who remembers this.

Blip.

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Riccardo Cuppini – Submarine

 

Woah

That moment when you realize every human being that you pass is also a system comprised of organs comprised of cells comprised of molecules comprised of atoms on a planet zooming around a star that is zooming around a black hole in a galaxy that is one of uncountable galaxies. I’m communicating to you through the ones and zeroes that make up the fabric of modern technology. Transmitting wifi through air to travel incredible distances culminating at your device which translates electricity into pixels that produce this text.

Everything and nothing of existence beautifully intertwined into wondrous polarity of
The in and the out
The big and the small
The self and the other
The atom and the galaxy

A universe aware
A moment to breathe
My verse to share
One for you to read

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Image: Luis Argerich – The Orion Nebula

Seriously, Wake Up

Blind
Like a mind cut off from its senses
Horror after horror leave my heart defenseless
Wondering when’s this
Bullshit going to end
One environment we can’t mend
So long as selfish desires
Trump the need to lend a hand
To prevent self-caused fires

Humanity can still be something to admire
So long as we inspire
The world to open its eyes
Climate change is real
Its time to see through the lies
Recognize it’s more than just you
But all the lives to follow
Who deserve a world, not just a hollow
Shell of what could have been
Hell becomes reality
When there’s no more air for breathing in
Now’s the time to take it in
Hopefully we all can come and bring
Something positive to the table
Work together, make it stable
This is life, not a fable

Our actions always have a cost
Whose price has been paid by the Nature we have lost

Amidst Thinnest Air

Stop and think
The quest for truth is not worth your youth
There is no shop
No magical mystic’s booth
To tell you that one plus two is three, definitively
These are cognitive patterns
One in which we all agree

A chair is a chair
Merely a symbol that connects a sound with what’s there
In a mind reconstructing imagery out of thinnest air
We find a misery deep in despair
When we try to link the sound of happiness
With meaning that’s shared
Facing a disconnect
Between our dreams and where
We are currently
Finding it hard to believe
That love has not been lost
That our soul can be freed

But now stop, you see
For you’ve just condemned yourself preemptively
So I ask you not to worry about finding the truth
For in life there won’t be a simple solution
Instead, a complex polarity brought into fusion
Perplexed momentarily in constant confusion
Let go of full understanding, the darkest illusion
Point your sails forward, and keep on moving
For though the truth will never be known
The quest to reach it can be quite amusing

Attempting a Courtesy

Attempting to create a sense of urgency
Not late, just now, a cure to see
A courtesy
To share a truth so burdening
That always from within theres an ever present urge to bring
A sense of continuity
Rational thoughts progressing fluidly
Just like one plus two always leads to three
I wonder where me and you can agree
Whole heartedly
Beyond the disconnect of artistic subjectivity
Attempting to bridge the gap between the minds of our humanity

Dreams in the Mirror: Part 4

I feel like I have so much to say
Constantly filling page after page
Realize this life is about quality, not just age
Cause everybody’s struggling
We’re all in pain
And I wish to refrain from my self-destructive tendencies
And instead construct a soul that when it sees
Another in need of assistance
I can stand by and aid the resistance
Against falling into depravity
Love draining hatred — it works like a gravity
Pulling us away
By covering this day
With a looming shade of gray
Making us too afraid
To see even our own reflection
Internal conflict restricting external affection
Well FUCK that, this is my message:

This life is an unknown blessing
Given oxygen with an unwritten destiny
And a nearly blank canvas from our families’ genetic history
But in this moment, you are you, and I am me
So let’s dance and let’s sing
Let’s stand up tall and instead of falling
To our darkness, let’s find that bliss
As if life itself is a single kiss to the universe
This is my verse with just a single purpose

To tell my future self that I love him and hope he grows more
That above all his failures he can still rise up off the floor

Next: Part 5 – 8/3/2014

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