there was a conversation
…a lot of media is evolving around religion
however most of it is blind religion, cultural religion
religion with no history, a man made religion
religion to fulfill passions, desires, eloquence
to “bless” forbidden accounts
to give gratitude to politics
there is no religious freedom
church and state want to merge together
“that is impossible,” he says
“it’s in the bible,” she says
“we live in America,” is the end
The unexpected truths revealed in sequence
a storm passes by and waters ornamental shrubs
the chipmunk stands reaching a big acorn
a bicycle makes a path through the dew
spider web artworks are displayed in the green gallery
the tall grass sleeps and green mold stains mud
the hot sun burns the corn field
amazing birds clear the black path
and rain filters your heart
Today I saw a lifeless chipmunk laying on the bike trail – it’s cute little body occupied minimal space, capturing a quick undecided turn.
Being a kid is amazing
Being a teenager is amazing also
but being an adult
being an adult is surpassingly amazing
being an adult is an obtained comfort zone
being an adult is being a wise kid
we realize that love isn’t a person
that love is life
and that life is freedom
we’re no longer slaves of teenage expectations
we are who we are
yet we want to be better
because our job is to be better for others
love regenerates our life
and increases our desire to seek wisdom
failure is a step to success, it’s experience
and rejection opens other doors, it’s experience
we realize that what we dream may not come true
and that it is ok because there is a better outcome
we finally understand what it means to be a free man
a professor quoted
“50% of life is showing up”
I looked up the quote
and it had an increase
“80% of life is showing up”
amazingly true, I thought
I enjoy showing up, even unexpected
everywhere is a good outcome
Its past is explanatory
and there’s no need to question why
its present is exciting
and there’s a need to fully explore it
its future is strategic and wise
and needless of worry
“There’s nothing new under the sun”
yet we don’t live long enough to discover the smallest amount
of what is under the sun
there’s no time to not show up
to risk, to explore, to fail and to be rejected
is just a challenge of life
to “prove yourself a man”
to prove yourself a woman
and to stand up to holy standards
is when we stop feeling bored
because life is beautiful and beyond our expectations
and to love, to laugh, to design and to be optimistic
is when we truly begin to live
there is only one dream that can be as magical as reality can reach
the essence of pure air blowing on green fields shakes your soul
wake up and splashes the ocean against your window
tiny drops fall refreshing your beauty and strength revives
because beyond reality there is faith
a faith that is only understood by meeting you
water slides filling up your room floor
your feet slow dance to a string sound
and ice crystallizes the pond and you run
fall and slide, the crystal is like cotton, and you swim
now you float on a water channel and reach the waterfall
like never before you embrace the waters
search and float there goes a log and green leaves grow on it
your glass sees all colors presented like auroras
and a blue mantel is your horizon
Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind. But an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart. -John Nash
Step goes step
circle, moon walk slide and twist
the expression encounters admiration
up, silently lands and goes
music chords fly through your eyes
and a bliss
this is only a dream
but you are still there
if I could only speak…
I wouldn’t, I would scream.
We’ll have something more than granola
dinner? Broccoli tastes better than chicken
how would we know that?
how would we not? I’ll tap
our steps are emphasized by the orchestra
Blue Danube splash
sandy lands, our footprints are still there
turn around, breeze
if we could only speak…
Beethoven at 5 am, oh if I only knew you
Beloved Giant, Raised on His Feet
The highest form of art echoing the process of divine creation
Let’s celebrate the ideal human form and cherish his wise heir
Let it be a major four day task on a half mile journey path
Let him settle in the meadows and dream alive
Let his focus be the giant beast or the giant warrior
Let him fall because he will stand up from his knees and fight one more time
This massive self was meant to unify, purify, and glorify
But there were tears in his eyes day and night
his sorrows overwhelm his people
he cried out with agony and pleaded for his son
but his cry vanished like a mist on wetland
and as the sun rose there were shadows waiting at the door
the silence answered him and then he stood up wiping the tears from his eyes he gasps
it is finished let life unfold and replaced what was lost
Tapia 