pendulum
swinging to and fro
between fear and trust
modules that have evolved over time
ON/OFF
in that space between time eternity
between blinks
space between the end
and each beginning

I remember when vinyl records were the modern technology
playing "strawberry fields forever" as a child
dancing around in my socks on wooden floors
ruining fast to see how far I could slide

one day the cat decided the Beatles record
was it's new toy of the day
scratches making needle skip

grooves imprinted
like grooves imprinted within our families DNA
generations of patterns passed down
the same places where each of us feel familiarly stuck

and these are the times
when the towers come down
some times with force
times when the repeating nightmare
of being chased by monsters in the shadows
become less terrifying
when realizing it is ourselves




the swinging pendulum
to and fro
fear and trust
ON/OFF
in that space between the end
and each beginning

@Bragitta




photo by jbl_nyc
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jblnyc/79107916/

((not mine))

“I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element.

It is my personal approach that creates the climate.
It is my daily mood that makes the weather.
I possess tremendous power to make a life miserable or joyous.
I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration,
I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.
In all situations, it is my response that decides
whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated,
and a person humanized or de-humanized.

If we treat people as they are, we make them worse.
If we treat people as they ought to be,
we help them become what they
are capable of becoming.”

GOETHE



photo by a_snapshot
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kespictures/424624833/

when she when drinks that glass of water,
she knows that it is made of love
and that's how she gets her glow
not from a counter or in a powder
or a commercial of anything one can buy
she says water makes it possible to stay flexible
allowing understanding
to adjust

@Bragitta

photo by canfielddave
http://www.flickr.com/photos/canfielddave/1507313672/

We all tell ourselves stories
some might be true
some might not
but over time we believe them all
reacting from past creations

I know you miss me
like the tree huggers miss the old growth
you crave me in your soul unknowing what you really are craving

Everyone has a right to believe or disbelieve however they wish
don't trample on my belief system
I will destroy all logic

You miss me like society's built on theft miss thier morals
golf courses on burial grounds
and Karma rises up in thier and their childrens angst

You miss me like the rootless misses traditions
taking the totems poles out of the forest and into muesums
away from the breezes that feed their magic
and charging for others to see inside the boxes created
something they never rightfully owned
praise the culture as art
and ignore the surviours and the morals of their stories

You miss me
I can tell

@Bragitta

....
photograph by Mr. Mark
http://gcaltabiano/1500mb.com/main.html

a lover that brought me a chess board instead of flowers
the spark of collision
the strategic moves playing out
as we argue about God
and studied each others faces
to try to figure out why as strangers we knew each other

the lacking rose petals got steped on
beneath the tracks of our best intentions
protecting past wounds
clinging to the curtains of self created cages
decorating windows shattered and dangerous with shards

I heard past the shut doors
the bird songs in the back yard
and the underbelly of pain

like an incessant gurgle of the brook
generalizations gathered
till we thought we knew what the other was about
and both felt mis-understood

though I left
Serendipity of reflections keep following me
like a total of lifetimes

@Bragitta

....photo by
chimico01
http://www.flickr.com/people/99626099@N00/

You and I
sport an atom of nutrient carbon
as ancient forest fed upon carbon from the stars
I sense that nothing lasts
that eternity is NOW ever changing
yet nothing is destroyed
if it once existed as an experience

calm derive from feeling the texture of "It Is"

the sooner one learns the true skill
of how to explore like wonder
get off the treadmill of how one thinks it should be
the sooner the awe and mystery offers up its gifts
like the texture of pleasure
of each moment extended
from past to future
and the dimension of the view
broadens with a vista unlimited
@ Bragitta

photo by maddog
http://www.flickr.com/photos/maddoglintott/96349537/