tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30104781677223303932024-02-18T20:15:06.092-08:00Peace is greyThe honesty of a human Being. The sorrow, the joy, the mistakes, the choices, the path, the destiny, the spirituality, highs and the lows, the yin and the yang, the unbalanced balance, the imperfect perfection, the fucking Oneness.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-14957235531447868422012-07-30T05:11:00.002-07:002012-07-30T05:29:23.820-07:00casino<br />
tipsy turvy<br />
late night screens<br />
best friends with the send key<br />
just another motherfucker to pass the time<br />
better find your balance<br />
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outside inside<br />
mental interruptions<br />
electronic theme song holding down reality<br />
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kids play inside heart shaped-dice<br />
unaware of the game being rolled<br />
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moved<br />
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like<br />
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marbles<br />
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lost in the sandbox<br />
the kids never care about finding<br />
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the bell has rung<br />
FREEZE!<br />
(or it'll be detention)<br />
and class has started again<br />
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just enough to step<br />
in line<br />
we go<br />
march march march<br />
apart<br />
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don't touch anyone else<br />
cooties may consume you<br />
"hands to ourselves!"<br />
you'd never be promoted to the next grade if they do<br />
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my my my<br />
have we forgotten to tie our shoe?<br />
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don't trip<br />
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daydreams of basketballs bouncing interrupt class productivity<br />
kiss away the lesson for child's play<br />
ring ring<br />
send key<br />
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open sesame to<br />
a can of fried worms we're too afraid to eat<br />
so we just sit there and let it stink<br />
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the stench lingering<br />
soaked up by the moment<br />
and the other moments that are forced to share in the scent<br />
soaked into playschool jeans and recess hair<br />
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read<br />
click<br />
read<br />
click<br />
read<br />
flip a page at the library<br />
steal the books you really wanna checkout<br />
since the librarian says you can only checkout three<br />
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knots knots<br />
piles of excuses<br />
blame it on the fact that they're young<br />
blame it on the fact that they're "free"Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-4123184078900910902011-10-24T20:18:00.000-07:002011-10-24T20:30:23.563-07:00QuietWords I'm too afraid to say<br />so i hide them<br />in between the perpendicular walls <br />that give our rooms its corners<br />I hope they don't escape.<br />The closet was too full of clothes<br />to hide these invasive ideas any better<br /><br />My mind asked me if it could borrow them<br />it liked obsessing over <span style="font-style:italic;">whatifs</span> and<span style="font-weight:bold;"> couldbes<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br />I ignored it's call<br />so it scratched the highways of my brain<br />until I got a headache<br />it's laughter tore me down as I walked with a limo<br />hoping these thoughts leave me be<br />but i see them make love <br />with the spiders in our bed<br />and slap me in the face with Charlotte's web<br /><br />Admiring the beautiful creation <br />it engulfs my soul<br />mummifying my Being.<br />Taped eyelids forced to <br />meet words<br />in concrete form<br /> leave me<br /> leave me<br />But please, don't--I need you!<br /><br />Do I?<br /><br />Never knew words could take over reality<br />but they constantly trap me<br /><br />Escape turns into a trap itself<br />the constant effort to maintain Freedom<br />Do I own the work ethic<br />necessary for this required strength?<br /><br />The alphabet's whispers <br />sound like a heavy metal concert<br />sexing with my subconscious<br /><br />Fleeting anti-abortionist beliefs<br /> Kill the spawn<br /> no more kingdom<br /> no more kin<br />the end<br /> finally<br /><br />Internal work trying to decipher<br />delusion from illusion<br />but they all look the same<br />identical twins, that probably <br />changed places<br />leave me in an insecure place<br /><br />I don't want to hear these thoughts<br />so instead they assault me<br />Can I call the police on my abusive ego?<br />Can I go to court? I need a restraining order<br /><br />The judge hates me they say, so there's no use<br />Submit to the system<br /><br /> Revolt! Revolt!<br />Begging for an internal revolution<br />my body throws up<br />Misunderstanding<br /> More abuse<br /><br />Leave me<br />Leave me<br /><br />Just once, <br /> I want to be abandonedTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-51145492367390142582011-10-24T20:12:00.000-07:002011-10-24T20:18:17.458-07:00Daydreams live somewhereToday I went on a roadtrip<br />somewhere on a beach.<br />the car ride there I couldn't <br />help but admire the trees<br /><br />In my mind we held a conversation<br />I wanted to invite them to the ocean<br />see if they'd like to play volleyball<br />and ride a roller-coaster,<br />their leaves just swayed in the wind<br />their trunks stood strong.<br />I wanted to see them bend<br />and buckle themselves into their seat-belts<br />with their leafy decorated hands<br /><br />I don't know if they'll fit<br />I don't know if they're too high<br /><br />I'm interested in the stories they may share<br />and dream about the fun they<br />might be able to add<br /><br />A car full of flowers <br />and trees<br />communing until they reach to the beach<br />how crazy am i for thinking this?<br />how crazy am i for entertaining this idea?<br />how crazy am i for<span style="font-style:italic;"> wanting</span> this?<br /><br /><br />Questions cause my daydream to become hazy<br />back to the leftside of the brain<br />back to prison<br />back to limitations<br /><br />Forced sanity<br />because all the dreamers are insaneTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-71803255687904620362011-10-24T20:10:00.000-07:002011-10-24T20:12:30.005-07:00Cold ApologyImsorry babygirl<br /><br />I can't play with you,<br /><br />too busy dropping bombs.<br /><br />I know you want to blow your bubbles<br /><br />but the sounds of the battle<br /><br />disturb your ability to enter that childhood fantasy world.<br /><br />Imsorry you can't play with your dolls<br /><br />outside of your house<br /><br />but I'd rather you be safe<br /><br />inside the rubble of your old home<br /><br />than a victim of gigantic boots scurrying, but accidentally<br /><br />leaving shoeprints on<br /><br />your face<br /><br />your feet<br /><br />that they did not see<br /><br /><br />Imsorry adults are so dumb<br /><br />that we forget to have fun<br /><br />and now you have to suffer<br /><br />this is how the potty-trained elite play<br /><br />turn games from fantasy to reality<br /><br />but it seems like we only manifest our darkest ideas<br /><br />and leave the beauty behind<br /><br />in our diapers<br /><br /><br />babygirl promise you won't grow up to be like us.<br /><br />Remember your experience<br /><br />and assure the future, you learn<br /><br />from our insensitive mistakes<br /><br />we memorized our biased history<br /><br />only to repeat it<br /><br />it doesn't have to to be like this<br /><br /><br />Babygirl, promise when you grow up<br /><br />you won't rob a child's youth<br /><br />that you won't steal their innocence<br /><br />Promise me<br /><br />you'll be a kid forever<br /><br />and create a world with Peter Pan<br /><br />Neverland, but Foreverland<br /><br /><br />Babygirl, Imsorry we're too busy stuck in the competition<br /><br />we teach you to destroy your friends for your own gain<br /><br />Imsorry we create paradoxes<br /><br />where we educate you in school to be one way<br /><br />cooperate, remain nonviolent<br /><br />but as you grow older, we tell you to peel off that positive skin<br /><br />Imsorry for all the lies and<br /><br />unnecessary fights<br /><br />sorry we argue about Santa Claus' existence<br /><br />but tell you to have an imagination<br /><br />Imsorry we instill in you that logic is greater than feeling<br /><br />and to ignore your intuition<br /><br />Imsorry classrooms are filled with limitless inspirational quotes<br /><br />but we tell you that you're fininte, limited, and destined to fail as you grow older<br /><br /><br />Imsorry we confuse you<br /><br />But please try to understand<br /><br />we are indeed leaders,<br /><br />confused within.<br /><br />try to understand<br /><br />try to understand<br /><br />we were only raised by people who had their innocence stolen too<br /><br />No, sweetie it's not an excuse,<br /><br />just an explanation so you can<br /><br />See Love<br /><br />I hope you Be Love<br /><br />more than we are currently Being<br /><br />we are fools, fools of adulthood<br /><br /><br />you are Love<br /><br />don't let us change you<br /><br />remain true to your pureness<br /><br />even if the world seems completely opposite than how you feel it should be<br /><br />sometimes it can feel like that<br /><br />but Love is always the answer<br /><br />so answer that to any question;<br /><br />you'll always be right<br /><br />A light is always with you<br /><br />you can never be lost<br /><br />don't be afraid to close your eyes and look within<br /><br />don't turn your head our direction<br /><br />we may not be the best example<br /><br />imsorry for that<br /><br /><br />imsorry we have forgotten how to listen to our own wisdom<br /><br />and leave you with this world of constant war<br /><br />even if it seems you will always be the same<br /><br />remember you hold the power to create change<br /><br />imsorry babygirl<br /><br />that we're changing the wrong things<br /><br /><br />i hope you can forgive me<br /><br />can forgive us<br /><br />and see that you are Love<br /><br />We are Love<br /><br />Babygirl, Imsorry<br /><br />Just return to your mind and build something beautiful<br /><br />while we destroy your world<br /><br />think of all the positive things in life<br /><br />and find gratitude<br /><br />even if<br /><br />you feel there's no reason for it to exist<br /><br /><br />I know our foolish game has left you<br /><br />home-less<br /><br />parent-less<br /><br />emotion-less<br /><br />and leg-less<br /><br />but remember weresorry<br /><br /> <span style="font-style:italic;"> Her bloodfilled tears<br /><br /> streamed down her face like<br /><br /> an emotionally confused waterfall<br /><br /> ejecting connection with us<br /><br /> Stars in her eyes fade to blackness<br /><br /> Zombielike, she moves<br /><br /> I hope we haven't lost her.<br /><br /></span><br />Babygirl I love you!<br /><br /> <span style="font-style:italic;">but her Spirit remains mute<br /><br /><br /></span>Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-69022794349626512252011-08-01T16:43:00.000-07:002011-08-01T16:44:00.943-07:00My Favorite Tupac Speech<iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3m2OUSZ5WR8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-720609105896587412011-07-29T15:03:00.001-07:002011-07-29T15:05:09.362-07:00Praying with the Matrix<iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_u-6YcB4c0Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Many of us have been told how to pray that leaves us in a constant state of waiting...here we learn the true power of our words.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-61457500823027957732011-07-29T14:36:00.000-07:002011-07-29T14:37:08.662-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">“With humility comes the willingness to stop trying to control or change other people or life situations or events ostensibly ‘for their own good’. To be a committed spiritual seeker, it is necessary to relinquish the desire to be ‘right’ or of imaginary value to society. In fact, nobody’s ego or belief systems are of any value to society at all. The world is neither good nor bad nor defective, nor is it in need of help or modification because its appearance is only a projection of one’s own mind. No such world exists."</span>Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-28343321682445929422011-07-29T14:29:00.001-07:002011-07-29T14:29:26.154-07:00Thoughts of the dayThis time can be sort of frustrating, I often feel it too, but this "revolution" is an internal one happening in moments of silence. To truly help someone, help them to know the truth about themselves, that will teach them about God, ego & how to deal with today's problems. Play your part in your community. Spread Love & Peace. But first BE what you want to spread :) As our Spirits lead by example, we remind people of their own light & allow them to make Peace with their own darkness. Inner Work is the only way this world will truly heal. And it's happening, even if we can't see it... & as more people become conscious of themselves the process speeds up. People hate the term "conscious" these days forgetting that all it really means is being aware, becoming aware of ourselves & our world. We are all becoming conscious even if we don't fit into that box we've created for the "conscious community"... Being conscious is not about talking about spirituality 24/7, preaching, telling people to "wake up"... It's so much more inclusive. It's just being aware and acting accordingly...whatever way your Spirit feels is right. I am Peace with the fact that we all think & experience things differently. And I release the temptation of judgment.<br /><br />Some awake people or conscious people have become self-righteous & very judgmental. But we must remember we are all going through a process...still learning.<br /><br />I was thinking about this yesterday when I had that insecure moment. How we take on a label thinking that we don't need to heal or that the process is complete. We know something but want to believe it before we've unlearned all of our limitations & let go. We learn about ourselves & feel that truth so we call ourselves "conscious", but still have many layers of ego or hurt we have not let go. We say we love and accept ourselves, call ourselves natural beauties because we have learned about how twisted the world is with makin us feel less than... But just because we've learned & know a truth doesn't mean we are completely healed from the remnants of the hurt.<br /><br />It's a process & we think just because we deal with a few demons we understand or are healed but it's so much deeper. We fight a few monsters in the closet, thinking that's it and years later monsters buried in the back of it resurface in our lives. It's so much deeper. . .& that's okay. What I'm trying to say is we're never done working with ourselves. The process is a lifelong-thing.<br /><br />When we can remember that we remain humble & can extend compassion to each other and ourselves.<br /><br />It's crazy how many boxes we create even for imperfection...how someone should accept being imperfect but put a box for how they should deal with accepting their imperfections. Creating a box of prediction for how to deal with being imperfect. So ironic how much we create these expectations even for something like imperfection when it is free. As all things are.<br /><br />Remember, these words are just that words. Concepts. Ideas. Not really limited to any definition. We only want to share when we have it together all the time or after we've learned something. But I think that disconnects us from each other. We reach this "conscious" or something else and by putting on these labels we create expectations as how one should act or feel all the time. . .But if we share everything, our pain, our joy, our struggles, our triumphs, we remember life IS a process we are all going through. Don't be afraid to share your pain as your going through it, allow yourself to be vulnerable.<br /><br />Don't create a perfect idea of yourself & project that. Then we get mad people have these unrealistic ideas about who we are and hold us to that but it's because we don't share the darkness <br /><br />We're all human beings. With highs and lows. Good and bad just experiencing the process of life, hoping we learn more about ourselves. The yin and yang. It's ALL of us. Not just one part. This is why I believe true perfection is imperfection.<br /><br />Our wholeness includes our imperfections.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-74468151349595683462011-07-22T20:44:00.000-07:002011-07-22T20:45:02.018-07:00Heart Leader: Stuck in the Middlei guess i stopped askin questions cus i don’t wanna know the truth<br /><br />somehow the answers i need to know will come to me<br /><br />anyway<br /><br />like the conspiracies<br /><br />the government tried to hide from us<br /><br />but somehow resurfaced somewhere i was able to discover<br /><br />honestly, i fear the lies<br /><br />i hate the feeling of not knowing if i can trust<br /><br />but i guess<br /><br />i just have to<br /><br />i have to let go<br /><br />like all the Universal lessons Spirit gave to me<br /><br />even if it means, half-smiling while crying<br /><br />i just have too much pride to ask<br /><br />i guess it’s confusion mixed with a higher understanding<br /><br />emotions with thoughts sexing with intuitive knowing<br /><br />i pray to myself that my inner light isn’t oppressing<br /><br />reality’s intellectual light bulb<br /><br />but i guess this is something i’ve always chose<br /><br />heart over everything<br /><br />even if it causes suffering<br /><br />i tell myself it’s worth it<br /><br />but who really knows?<br /><br />i think i tell myself these things to make me feel better about the way i love<br /><br />cus to me Love is all that matters<br /><br />and even if it turns into disaster<br /><br />at least i was able to trick myself into heaven while it lasted<br /><br />the thoughts eat away at my heart<br /><br />so i put in my ear plugs<br /><br />i keep fighting it<br /><br />i tried to become one with them<br /><br />but then they became me<br /><br />so i decided that i’d rather neglect them<br /><br />like those foster children society forgets to mention<br /><br />stuck in the system<br /><br />expecting to make something of themselves<br /><br />even though the only way to make it through<br /><br />make peace is self destruction<br /><br />harming the only person who’s ever been their friend<br /><br />having no one else but themselves<br /><br />and now we let go of that<br /><br />i wonder if that’s a negative thing or<br /><br />an understanding of enlightenment<br /><br />i try and tell myself to leave it be<br /><br />let go and it’ll be Peace<br /><br />but when is it really time to leave things label-less<br /><br />if that was really the case then how would self-evaluation work<br /><br />how would we know when to change if we don’t judge ourselves first?<br /><br />confusion leads to darker times<br /><br />that make the good times feel so good<br /><br />but i wonder if it’s really peace if you’re constantly rebalancing<br /><br />from the suburbs to the hood<br /><br />from heaven to hell<br /><br />and back again<br /><br />i tell myself if i want to believe something<br /><br />then to just do it<br /><br />try is just a middle-man<br /><br />but sometimes im like<br /><br />that’s impossible<br /><br />damn near improbable to just give whatever it is your entire self<br /><br />with no precautions<br /><br />trying to Be<br /><br />trying for Peace<br /><br />trying for Love<br /><br />there is no try<br /><br />it’s something we just do<br /><br />and i think that’s what makes it the scariest thing because<br /><br />everything we think becomes a self-prophecy<br /><br />so how can i not be cautious when it affects our entire fucking lives?<br /><br />so how can i be cautious when it affects our entire fucking lives?<br /><br />catch twenty-two<br /><br />doesn’t even begin to describe<br /><br />the paradox of life<br /><br />it just keeps going and going<br /><br />rippling and rippling<br /><br />out ….on and on<br /><br />like erykah badu singin the soundtrack of life for me and you<br /><br />we get up with trust and trip over our unlaced shoe<br /><br />but if we take the time to lace it we may miss an opportunity too<br /><br />it’s so insane how insane it all can be<br /><br />and yet the “sane ones” are the ones doing the insane things<br /><br />everything is so backwards and it keeps reflecting<br /><br />so it makes me wonder how much i really know or understand<br /><br />when this womb feels so uncomfortable<br /><br />i ask mother earth if this is really nurturing<br /><br />if her surface is<br /><br />cus the minds that roam it<br /><br />keep going back and forth<br /><br />from evil to good<br /><br />i know there has to be an absolute<br /><br />but i still don’t understand it<br /><br />so how can i evaluate it<br /><br />with my left brain<br /><br />or the right<br /><br />why can’t it be both?<br /><br />i try to trust my heart but it’s hard<br /><br />and when i do it always seems to end up in the wrong places<br /><br />in the wrong spaces<br /><br />eaten by the faces<br /><br />i let kiss it<br /><br />so i wonder…<br /><br />what part of me is the part that should lead<br /><br />when it’s intellect that got us into this mess<br /><br />and spirit has became so misunderstood we can’t even distinguish what that is<br /><br />i thought the heart was the sacred part of us that has been untouched<br /><br />but even that can turn black<br /><br />have us hollering “we don’t give a fuck, give me that shit back”<br /><br />so who is the leader<br /><br />if it’s not my mind<br /><br />and my thoughts are just wandering energies tapped into me<br /><br />the heart is just a vessel for something that get’s lost between it all<br /><br />maybe that’s why i feel the way i do<br /><br />because the leader of my life is my heart<br /><br />but our hearts have been indoctrinated with thinking<br /><br />disconnecting us from spirit<br /><br />so i don’t even know the own voice of my soul<br /><br />i don’t know which road to go<br /><br />i just have to pick one<br /><br />and trust it is my path<br /><br />but i’d never really know<br /><br />so here all the worries come again,<br /><br />and i restart with my dilemma…<br /><br />back at the start of this poemTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-59388281708416652762011-07-22T20:39:00.000-07:002011-07-22T20:40:03.964-07:00Men Vs Womenn my years of life, i always heard that men and women are completely two different creatures with so many differences it’s almost impossible to understand each other. of course hearing that when i was younger i didn’t believe it, but now with my experience i do think there are some differences that make it very difficult for our relationships.<br /><br />we constantly hear that women are “emotional” and men aren’t. this makes it tough when dealing with disagreements because they have different needs. men want to just drop it, not talk about feelings extensively…but women need comforting, complete discussion and support… in many relationships women will constantly hear that they are “doing too much” or are being “too emotional” when they get hurt, are upset, start crying…and this leads to more complications. the men become irritated and this leave the women self-conscious and unwilling to open up because she feels she is being judged rather than supported. i have felt this many times and always wondered how it could be a bad thing to care… being emotional is being open and one with yourself enough to trust how you feel and allow yourself to feel them. discussing issues is good communication and if we thoroughly discuss them enough to fix problems, discussions wouldn’t keep coming up. countless times of “emotional moments” would not come up because we would deal with the situation all at once—leaving no other feelings to be bottled up and able to explode at a later time. to me, this makes the most logical sense, but for some reason society demonizes being emotional so the women is told to “stop being so emotional” and to “just let it go” and while letting things go is important and essential in personal growth, how is letting something go before it is dealt with and healed a good thing?<br /><br />making someone drop an issue when they do not want to or need to talk about something is forcing them to be submissive and often times women do it as another way of self-sacrifice to make things be peaceful. we want things to work out and be happy, but we know this is not good for our own health. we are not being true to ourselves. there’s nothing wrong with being emotional and i feel as if men do not understand women being this way because they were never supported to be open enough to express them.<br /><br />our habits are learned as children and when a little boy falls down what do we say :get up, don’t cry and be no punk/little girl” but when a little girl falls down we hug her ask her if she’s okay…ask her to tell us what’s wrong so she can release any feelings she has. the latter way makes sense to allow someone to express how they feel but the boys must bottle it up and get over it, so as adults they continue this. when women have problems they usually talk to other people and don’t distance themselves because we were not taught to be that way, but when men are upset, they withdraw into themselves and don’t talk about it—they just drop it as they were taught to do.<br /><br />but not talking about things and bottling them up is not healthy…being stubborn and inconsiderate for the woman’s needs by telling her to let it go is not helpful . and it is not natural. men are programmed since they were little to not talk about their feelings, not to cry, to just let things go and it closes their hearts.<br /><br />so when they come with women who have been taught to be open, receptive, comfortable in being vulnerable they don’t understand because they were never able to be this way…even though that is how we are supposed to be as people. we have to talk about things to fix them, we have to talk about and acknowledge our feelings because they exist. and it’s not just a women thing, it’s a person thing just disguised as a woman thing to cut the men off from the Loving energy they are built on. asking women to change is like asking them to stop being Lovers while we continue to support men in their journey away from a life that opens them to understanding, compassion, and empathy. we have to break the cycle. we cannot continue it anymore. look where it has gotten us.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-72999487180905984602011-07-22T20:38:00.001-07:002011-07-22T20:38:43.853-07:00Killin' For EqualityWe’re so biased<br /><br />We talk about killers<br /><br />As if they are distant creations<br /><br />From ourselves<br /><br />We all kill<br /><br />And yet hold ourselves superior<br /><br />Even the liberal heart-felt individuals<br /><br />Scream out about the injustice of eating meat<br /><br />As if killing an animal to eat is<br /><br />Outside of nature<br /><br />Outside of the cycle of life<br /><br />And yet<br /><br />They rip the roots of the vegetable plants up<br /><br />Steal the fruit from the fingertips of the trees<br /><br />With no respect or appreciation for the life they’ve taken<br /><br />We’re so biased<br /><br />So very biased<br /><br />As we hold one life over the other<br /><br />We say we’re equal in the animal kingdom<br /><br />But ignore the plants<br /><br />We murder everyday<br /><br />That rose you feel symbolizes love<br /><br />And brings a smile across your face when it’s your gift<br /><br />Was once alive did you ever stop and think<br /><br />Why there are thorns<br /><br />Perhaps it’s an attempt at self-defense<br /><br />From the gardener<br /><br />The slaughterer gets more heed than<br /><br />Those of agriculture<br /><br />Just because the plants do not have eyes<br /><br />Does not mean they are not alive<br /><br />That they don’t cry<br /><br />That doesn’t mean they cannot feel<br /><br />We can’t see deeper underneath the surface<br /><br />And yet we think we’re really standing up for equality<br /><br />The illusion goes on<br /><br />When will we accept death is a part of life<br /><br />And we murder to survive<br /><br />Am I justifying serial killers<br /><br />In this attempt no, but take it as you want<br /><br />Just throwing out ideas<br /><br />Of how humanity can really be lost<br /><br />We say we’re all one but with these beliefs how can that be? Hypocrisy…inescapable<br /><br />We all kill others, everyday<br /><br />From the food on our plate<br /><br />To the conversations we have<br /><br />Belittling others<br /><br />Crushing their dreams<br /><br />Killing their self-esteem<br /><br />When will we understand we’re all capable?<br /><br />The judgement must cease<br /><br />So we can see beneath it all<br /><br />And really understand the All<br /><br />It’s all about our mental<br /><br />And intentions…<br /><br />Do you say thank you<br /><br />Show your gratitude for what gives it life to you?<br /><br />That’s true equality.<br /><br />Treating things with Love and respect and understanding life and death<br /><br />If we understand we would see actions in a different lightTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-40859209024526309682011-07-22T20:37:00.003-07:002011-07-22T20:37:39.052-07:00The Unknowni have truly came to the place of the Unknown in Life…where i have completely no idea what will happen in the next Moment, and honestly—i don’t care to know. i’ve stopped making plans, trying to figure out the future and left my fear in the past. i just take each Moment as it comes, trusting every second of my Life with the Universe one hundred percent. i have let go of trying to control my life…and this has left me in a comfortable clueless state. i don’t care to know anymore, i don’t care to plan or guess or try to figure anything out. i just let myself live Now and let the Mystery create as it has for billions of years …Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-46332212365626562312011-07-22T20:37:00.001-07:002011-07-22T20:37:17.273-07:00when will we see it’s our thoughts that our corrupting us? they take us prisoner and demonize everything around us and even inside us. we make opinions and judgments about people, situations, the world and ourselves and try to understand through limited concepts. but that’s no way to live. no way to experience Being. you cannot experience Being if you’re thinking about everything…to experience Life, you just Live it…let Life lead you… what is the need in thinking?<br /><br />we feel and sometimes our thoughts birth our feelings…but i’m a firm believer in spiritual guidance, intuition those feelings…and i don’t believe those come from thoughts, but inside of us—that realm we are all One. those feelings are nothing to think about, just more steps on our paths to take…<br /><br />why do we keep thinking? why do we keep questioning? why do we not trust our paths?<br /><br />what is meant to be will be. and if it happens, it’s meant to happen. and if we know that, if we really truly know and understand that—why do we stress? why do we think we need to “fix” everything? do we not believe our paths will lead to what needs to manifest? trust…everything is about trust. and by Being, just Being—that shows we Trust the Universe/God/This Unexplainable Energy.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-17860772958783681262011-07-22T20:35:00.003-07:002011-07-22T20:35:53.854-07:00Boredom or Being?It’s crazy how much we hate “doing nothing”. we claim we’re bored because we have been told we ALWAYS have to be doing something. We have to be working, going to school otherwise you’re lazy…read a book but maybe those moments don’t require us to do anything. Maybe they are there to remind us we aren’t required to do ANYTHING, nothing we do makes us any more special. Maybe those moments are lessons from the Universe teaching us to Be. Since we are human Beings. I’m sure plants and animals don’t try and fight being able to just Be…they’re content with it.Maybe we should just accept it. Embrace our “boredom” and Be. Meditate, get in touch with our inner GodTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-37242580964059332242011-07-22T20:35:00.001-07:002011-07-22T20:35:26.049-07:00I don’t wanna cry anymore. I don’t wanna be upset. I don’t wanna feel like I have to hide my tears, get up and go somewhere else just to release, how I feel. I don’t want to feel like I’m the only one fighting for it, the only one caring enough to put it all out there.<br /><br />I don’t want to feel the distance, the coldness… the complete opposite of how it all began. It’s crazy how much we dreamt about being here together but would rather do our own thing instead of work it out. I thought we were dedicated. Aren’t we in this together? Maybe I misunderstood how we can turn conversations into debates gone arguments… Where the point of it all got lost in the wording. The emotion polluted the message so it keeps coming back, trying to be seen in the smoke…but we so easily focus on the dark cloud we don’t see the heart inside trying to be of assistance. I know this is better than this it just makes me wonder…how, why has it became how it is?<br /><br />Why has it left us in a place where hard, distant backs face each other on the silky landscape instead of intertwined limbs and fingers consumed in the embrace of each other? I miss that…it is what I long for.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-57254620246428084282011-07-22T14:24:00.000-07:002011-07-22T14:55:12.828-07:00The Mystery<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac88/irmaj09/Sunsets%20photography%20photos/33659-1920x1200-desert.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200x;" src="http://i888.photobucket.com/albums/ac88/irmaj09/Sunsets%20photography%20photos/33659-1920x1200-desert.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />standing here looking at the world around me<br />i do a 360<br />three sixty vision<br />time to move<br />so i do<br /><br /><br />i start running<br /><br />racing<br /><br />then i walk to catch my breath<br /><br />more running<br /><br />running<br /><br />eyes perfectly open but somehow i lost my way<br />again i stop<br />my neck cracks<br />turning, turning inch by inch<br />i can feel subatomic particles working their cities within me<br />to full capacity so i can take a gander at this horizon<br />this new view i have come to<br /><br />the sky looks so golden<br />clouds skipping across on their invisible conveyor belt<br />i thought they were dancing<br />but maybe it was me<br />i couldn't come to the right conclusion<br />cus i was still too busy<br />catching my breath<br />from all of that running<br /><br />an elegant china plate just broken<br />might as well toss it into the bin<br />we take to the thrift store and donate<br />to those we like to claim we're giving to<br />but is it really genuine giving, if we don't give it until we consider it junk?<br />the fork was too busy screeching across the ceramic concrete<br />i didn't have time to answer this question<br />didn't have the strength to run<br />so instead i crawled<br />thought it may be safer<br />but instead my head spun like a carousel the kids spun<br />between their misunderstood sentences on those boiling summer days<br /><br />considered entering a track race but<br />assured myself that the tortoise doesn't beat the hare in reality<br />only fantasy<br />a fable that only belongs in books<br />so i went continued on my journey<br />asking the water-colored higher dimension above my head when i would find it<br />but it never responded<br /><br />so i just went on<br /><br />in search<br /><br />of<br /><br />it<br /><br /><br />i left my map at home<br />didn't think i needed it<br />maybe i really did.<br />gosh, i can be so hardhead<br />just gotta laugh at myself in retrospect<br />as i crawl on this rock-riddled earth surface<br />scraping my knee with each motion<br />trying to keep my head up so i don't see the blood trail from my weathered hands beneath me<br /><br /><br />keep going<br /><br />keep going<br />you're there! i can almost feel it<br /><br />i opened my mouth to taste it as that sayin says we can when we're close<br />but it the scent was so foul, i didn't have the courage.<br />my ego kept whining, said it was taking too long<br />but i told it to shutup--i'm the one in control<br />i guess it got confused, must of been reminiscing about the days it had me<br />in a trance, doing the splits to the rhythm of it's disco frequencies<br /><br /><br />but now i do yoga<br /><br />be still<br /><br /><br />i start noticing jewels sparkle against the blood-speckled soil<br />i must be close!<br />Heaven must be beautiful like this<br />and as i kept going<br />my inside began to shrink<br />gosh, it's cold.<br />but i ignored it<br />it's not matter over mind<br />i got this!<br /><br /><br />Skipping among a rainbow, i felt the bliss of Now<br />like those moments when you're reading a good book and you can feel the understanding soak into your brain<br />it's very distinct<br />can't be mistaken<br />and as that feeling grew<br />the jewels did too<br />and so did the color<br /><br /><br />i got Deja Vu<br />this place felt so familiar<br />the smells, the texture of this dry-skinned surface<br />my ego started shouting like the twin Towers were being destroyed within me<br />watch out! beware! don't go there!<br /><br />Terroist<br /><br />Terroist<br /><br />Terror<br /><br />I should have listened, cus i felt it<br />but something inside me was okay with taking these steps back<br />i was no longer interested in my search<br />just wanted to discover why it felt so familiar<br />Let Columbus find the way, it's his place in history anyways<br /><br /><br />I went into this absent air<br />and recognized the flicker from a piece of design before my eyes<br />muddy hands took it<br />and held it, eyes closed<br />stopped moving, and sat still<br />right there<br />this familiar circle carved in the ground<br />i had been traveling between the cracks<br />but almost as if, i had an out of body experience<br /><br />i saw<br /><br />and no longer needed<br />to take those roads<br />scrape that fork<br />the beginning is the end<br />and the end is the beginning<br />realization<br />if i wanted to find what i was looking for<br /><br />i needed to stop looking<br />it was there within me, all along<br />i didn't need to scrape my knee<br />or move<br />or run<br />okay, im probably lyin--cus now i understand<br /><br /><br />it's funny though<br />The Circle<br />sometimes we lose who we are as we search,<br />only to find we already were who we were searching for from the beginning.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-60812692176175402962011-07-11T15:18:00.000-07:002011-07-11T15:20:10.949-07:00i be going in circles...straight up circles<br />sometimes it's frustrating<br />but then i remember<br />circle is the the symbol<br />for completeness<br />wholeness<br />now when i keep goin in circular motion<br />revisiting familiar situations<br />im coming home<br />into <br />meTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-28883964165942777052011-07-11T14:55:00.000-07:002011-07-11T15:50:35.695-07:00time of Beingsome days i get lost in writing<br />other days i'm lost in Being<br />i don't want the thinking to take away from the Moment<br />but in this Moment<br />writing is the Moment<br />i think my writing can be quite divine because i leave it unedited<br />so in a sense it is Being<br />it's Being through me<br />no thoughts<br />it just flows<br />like the Ocean Be<br /><br />ebbing the sand<br />kissing with nouns and adverbs<br />more Oneness reaching out for more Oneness<br />I think that's how Art should Be<br />you can't edit out parts<br />you have to let it Live like it is in the Moment<br />totally consumed in it All<br />it may seem misunderstood<br />but it wasn't when you wrote it<br />your soul understand<br />even if your body doesn't<br /><br />Art is funny<br />how we can claim what Art is good or Bad<br />it all resonates with someone<br />maybe your heart can't feel it<br />but that doesn't make it any less<br />it wasn't made for you<br />but for the Creator<br />who Create<br />their Creation<br /><br />don't chop and screw it<br />dance with cupid<br />when you can<br />and if you can't<br />do your own dance<br />on your own dance floor<br />one meant for You<br />we are all Artists inside<br />Creating in each Moment of our Lives<br />we Live with Art<br />We Live by Art<br />We Live in Art<br />Art is Life<br /><br />how can you edit<br />how can you edit<br />how can you take away parts of Life<br />it seems it doesn't make sense<br />you can't take away the mistakes<br />that birthed the beautiful thought<br />that's like taking away stones on a path<br />no wonder so many of us get lost<br />while trying to travel through other people's mind frames<br />but yet how can a mind be framed<br />put into focus<br />when it encompasses the All?<br />We need it ALL<br />go give it to me<br />give me your pain and sorrow that led you to this happy poem<br />give me the times where you thought about ending your life<br />whoops! i meant sentence<br />when you thought of slicing your pen across a thought that<br />you felt did not fit in it<br />and yet there it is<br />staring back at you<br />how dare you tell it<br />that it's not good enough<br />victimize-r<br /><br />let it go<br />and let it flow<br />in Art you don't think<br />you just do<br />much how Life should be Lived<br />surrender to your art<br />let it Be youTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-67848962494370702242011-07-11T14:35:00.002-07:002011-07-11T14:52:46.764-07:00Silly thoughts.I feel like i've learned and came to understand a lot about Life, and i'm going to try and share what exactly i have learned. it made be jumbled up, it may not make any sense, but here, now--with these symbols and fingertips i'll attempt to sing my song.<br /><br />i've noticed almost everything seems like a paradox but maybe that's because we have been programmed to have a limited understanding. True perfection is imperfection, where become okay with our flaws...where we know just what it meant to be human. We take it all in, our sorrow, our happiness--they joy and pain & can truly BE WITH IT. We don't run away from our mistakes or beat ourselves up, but recognize that it's a part of life, of our experience here and it's okay. nothing we can do can make us any less than we have ever been. we will always be perfect, in this moment, in who we are right now.<br /><br />Whether or not we see it is up to us... Whether or not we believe it, is up to us.<br /><br />But it can be hard, it can be hard because many of us don't want to battle our egos. We don't want to come face to face with it. It can be out of ignorance, we may think our ego really is us and we could also be afraid... Afraid to let go, let go of thinking...to enter the unknown<br /><br />but i don't think we can experience the intimate relationship with the divine without surrendering. We have to surrender our lives, our fears, our pre-cautions to Life...the Universe, whatever you want to call it and truly believe everything will Be as it should. It can be hard to believe this, but if we take a step back and look at nature we see the power in letting go is natural and necessary.<br /><br />The seeds just Be with the divine plan.<br />The trees, the leaves,<br />the caterpillars, the eggs,<br />the ocean waves. . .<br />they don't question--they trust<br />and by trusting, allow the beautiful cycle to continue.<br />They serve their purpose.<br /><br />We stop ourselves from serving our purpose because we think if we don't do something, it won't get done. It takes much self-reflection and time spent alone to be able to tell when we should let go, when our plan is being a part of the change.<br />WE all have different roles, the only way we can know what our role, our purpose is, is by listening to our inner souls--not our egos--our souls. The parts of us One with the Divine.<br /><br />The power of trust and belief mean everything.<br />We enter into a dark, yet beautiful space in life where we don't know how life will turn out, what lies ahead but know it will be great. . . we don't care to know where we will go but are prepared for the journey. That's surrendering, leaving that egotistical desire to be in control one hundred percent of the time because you are in tune with the frequency that controls and creates beauty. and even if you experience destruction, you know that that Creator uses the destruction only to build something greater, whether it's appreciation or a magnificent poem. there's a path in all of it.<br /><br />Not only do we surrender but we become aware that we need others just as others need us, we love and support others just as they love and support us. Again this comes from nature, where everything works with each other. Nothing can survive on it's own, even the Earth needs the Sun, The plants need the Earth, the animals need the plant, and so forth.<br /><br />We depend on each other somewhat, and that's okay. It's okay to need others sometimes because they are just another face of God. But even so, we must always remember God dwells in us, and we can be our own Healers when necessary. We know when we need others and when we can heal ourselves, again by self-reflection. Spending time with our souls is so important.<br /><br />Love manifests in all forms and so many of us can create these amazing relationships in the name of love if we open ourselves up to life. <br /><br />Open...without judgment, constantly recognizing ourselves in others. This is the globe we are moving towards and it's perfect, just as this Moment is. Even if we complain that it isn't. All is well...and it always will be.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-69493845312671266942011-07-11T14:35:00.001-07:002011-07-11T14:35:23.046-07:00Dreamworldthese dreams they take me over, make me wonder who i really am. i lose myself, totally…then i find myself again. i keep wondering and wondering who is the person underneath the shell i see in the mirror…and when i close my eyes it’s like i know, i’m just like everyone else. i am everyone else, everything, every Being. every experience. superiority dissolves and judgment disappears, but somehow when i come back from the distant lands my souls journeys i forget this wisdom. my ego overtakes me and possesses my mind, body, and soul. patience is low. anger builds. understanding took a u-turn when my spirit went through the portal of illusion we like to call “reality”. it tells me it is me and we are separate beings. i stop recycling, i don’t give money to the homeless man on the street. i walk by with my misconceptions spoon-fed to me through society and how “anyone can be anything they want in this country”…”there is no excuse”. i feel less human. i feel like i’ve betrayed him, like i’ve betrayed my family and the person they raised me to be. but even them, even the loving mother i have let’s her demonic ego turn her from nurturing Goddess to negative assassin…killin with her words. i hope i get tired again, so i can return to my dreams. i can’t take the betrayal, the lies and disloyalty. the one that hurts the most is when i can observe it betraying myself… i just wanna go back to sleep, which is so ironic because the ones who say they are “conscious” tell us to WAKE UP! but i want to go back to sleep. the wisdom isn’t in the open eyes, but in the ones who close their eyes and dream. who learn to trust the Universe blindly, where they again become One with themselves.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-72467329173407304552011-04-04T15:37:00.000-07:002011-04-04T15:38:18.751-07:00our problem with lovei think we ruin a lot of our relationships on our own because of our lack of love for ourselves. we get these people in our lives who really care about us and tell us all of these amazing things like “they want to be with us forever” or “can only see them with us”…but we don’t believe it. it’s not that we don’t trust them, but because we believe we are not worthy of being loved in this way. we don’t believe we’re special enough to have someone who thinks so highly of us. we don’t think highly of ourselves.<br /><br />so then the thinking starts…our self-hate & insecurities cause us to question them. we wonder if they meant those words… if they’re being loyal. it eats us inside…tears us up. we become overly sensitive and arguments come up. kisses and hugs seem distant. an illusionary space starts to wedge up between us and the ones who love us. and when it doesn’t work out…we tell ourselves, “i knew this would happen…i knew they didn’t mean all those sweet things they said”. we worry about them being with someone else and then it happens, we tell ourselves “we should have listened to our intuition”… we forget how to distinguish the difference between the voice of our ego and our spirit.<br /><br />when things we stress about become a reality…it’s because we made it that way with our thoughts. we constantly are creating self-fulfilling prophecies. could it be that if we actually loved ourselves enough to receive and believe the love others give us the relationship would have lasted forever? we constantly point fingers and tell others what they need to work on to love us better, but sometimes we don’t need them to do anything. if we love ourselves, many of these “issues” we have in relationships would melt away. believe me, i’ve experienced this power. we need to look at ourselves…love who we are so we can believe from the bottom of our spirits that someone loves us as much as they say. we can’t trust anyone if we don’t believe these things about ourselves. we have to learn to love ourselves, wholeheartedly. our destinies depend on it.Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-87510849754172229622011-03-09T12:32:00.000-08:002011-03-09T12:34:44.047-08:00do you wanna give up sometimes?<br />on me i mean...<br />like do you get tired of me<br />wish you weren't a part of this dream?<br />i don;t wanna cage you in<br />i don't want you to feel like you're in hell<br />do i Love you the wrong way<br />show me the way i should<br />i'll change for you<br />i promise i would<br />just to make you happy<br />i just want to see you smile<br />i love you that much<br />i hate that i do this to you<br />i hate that i bring you this pain<br />i hate that i make you feel this wayTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-50484980039143250352011-03-04T14:37:00.000-08:002011-03-04T15:32:00.583-08:00Dear Tekoa,I have some words i want to share with you. they may make you cry but i truly think it's necessary for me to voice them to you. lately, i've been neglectful to you, i know this. please forgive me. forgive me for not staring into your eyes long enough for my soul to tell you i Love you. excuse me for putting you last in my Life. and excuse me for looking outside of myself to give you what you need. i apologize for the negative thoughts i may pollute your world with and i will try and be better at supporting & trusting you.<br /><br />i know this is what you need, and i as i write this i wonder why it's taken me so long to stop and talk to you...<br /><br />but now that i have, i need you to listen to me. like really listen to me. open up your heart & let this energy take over you.<br /><br />you're beautiful, just the way you are. don't ever forget that. seriously. i know a lot of the time you don't feel that way, but you are. you have the most amazing Spirit that just radiates Love and touches everyone you meet. your passion and compassion are amazing. stop getting down on yourself for being so emotional, that is something to be proud of. so many people are scared of their feelings, they don't want to show them. at least you trust yourself enough to. Love yourself when you smile. Love yourself when you cry. Accept yourself at your weak moments and the other moments we try and turn from. hold your whole being in your heart & hug it. you have come so far, gained so much...it's amazing. see the power in your creativity and perspective on life. you make a beautiful difference, don't ever stop believing in yourself.<br /><br />Love Infinitely,<br /> TekoaTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-62401681693341005872011-02-28T17:14:00.000-08:002011-02-28T17:35:26.590-08:00the Beauty of Nature<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1097.photobucket.com/albums/g354/FreckledDreams/Nature%20Photography/stairway.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://i1097.photobucket.com/albums/g354/FreckledDreams/Nature%20Photography/stairway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Nature is God's gift to the world, really. we spend all of this money and time trying to find things that will give us Peace of Mind when the world is surrounded with it...the world <span style="font-style:italic;">is</span> It. we're just so consumed in the world of consumption we don't get out into the Real World--the Natural World. We spend so many hours surrounded by the energy of concrete and walls that it starts to take a toll on our Spirits.<br /><br />but Nature, speaks to us in Silence & gets us back on track with what our Souls want & yearn for. it's the quickest way to fill yourself up with Love. there's so much beauty in Nature, in the smallest Moment of being outside you can see something that makes you smile. this is what we learn our true lessons from. one thing i Love about Nature is it teaches you <span style="font-weight:bold;">Life is</span>. Nature doesn't label anything. it doesn't fight back anything; the trees take in the storms, the deer eventually accepts the fact it has to be a part of someone's meal just as the grass blades it ate earlier for breakfast. When we pick flowers, they don't fight back, they just accept with open arms. we don't see other flowers/ birds/ trees comparing themselves to each other, they just Live & let Be. in that...they are able to grow and nurture other life forms. I Love how nature recycles everything; everything has it's place and purpose. If you don't see purpose anywhere else you see it here. a fallen branch becomes part of a bird's nest for the next generation of baby birds. dying animals become part of nutrients in the dirt that allow the vegetation to grow. the Universe is so smart. All of the organisms have a beautiful mind. Ants can build boats to cross water, chimps make fishing poles and other tools; you see the true intelligence in Nature.<br /><br />We don't take much time to see that in others or ourselves anymore because we are constantly telling ourselves or others <span style="font-style:italic;">what to be</span>, but in nature no one tells anyone anything--and yet the cycle still continues in the right direction. I Love that. it's so beautiful.<br /><br />Nature is so very humbling because it reminds us that we are a part of a whole. we can be so easily consumed in our ego the rest of the time that we forget there is a world bigger than just us, and not even the sense of Self as an individual but us in terms of species. We are a part of Nature, it's time we recognized our other members of our Spiritual family. <br /><br />when we come back to Nature...it's like coming home.<br />actually, it <span style="font-weight:bold;">is</span> returning home.+++++Tekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010478167722330393.post-68446997246394117852011-02-22T17:10:00.001-08:002011-02-22T17:48:14.497-08:00Creatori try and tell you what you mean to me<br />it's like your Spirit sings to me<br />every Moment<br />every Day<br />i hear you<br />i feel you<br /><br />you are part of me<br />you <span style="font-style:italic;">are </span>me<br />inseparable <br />like my skin<br />you're all over me<br />i wouldn't even know who i was without you<br />i couldn't see<br />or comprehend when i look at me who i am without you<br />the yang to my yin<br />my spiritual skin<br />untouchable by damage<br />even when i get a scar<br />you heal me from the inside out<br />as i scar, more of you <span style="font-style:italic;">is </span>me<br />you grow into me<br />replacing parts of you with updated versions<br />as they resurface on the surface of the skin <br />you caress with your eyes<br /><br />so much i want to say to you<br />but i don't know how<br />so i write in secret<br />maybe you'll click on my blog and see it<br />fear leads me to remain quiet of my feelings at time<br />i don't want to overwhelm you<br />so i let it out here<br />and express my Love for you in the thin air<br />let it tell you in the Silence<br />confident nature will whisper this poetry into your soul<br />let the stars be the Infinite eyes of my Soul<br />windows of affection for You<br /><br />seemingly obsessive, but in actuality<br />it's not that<br />easily misunderstood by those too scared to dive into the depth<br />of Love<br />so it seems, im living in a land of make believe<br />in actuality, traveling currents many are ignorant to<br />lack of Trust in Love<br />holding back...<br />to fearful to relax<br />into the One they Love<br />but see that isn't me<br /><br />completely surrendered to the Universe because she has given me you<br />what is there to fear ...when i see the power of God every time i look at you<br />you taught me how to trust by just coming to me<br />accidental teacher of necessary lessons<br />you are that important<br />so essential to me<br /><br />i feel like im being redundant<br />or repetitive<br />but i really don't give a fuck<br />you're not truly comprehending<br />like i want you to<br />i want you to feel it too<br />but maybe you can't feel what i feel for you<br />maybe this feeling....is something you can only feel for someone<br />that's the only way to understand<br />how i can feel this way<br />over<br />and over<br />in Love with every Moment we share<br />every insignificant thing people overlook<br />i am fascinated by<br /><br />your unique mind<br />your misunderstood perspective<br />your pure heart<br />your passionate carelessness<br /><br />the Peace you embody<br />nothing less than Godly<br />i hope every day you feel the throne I hold you on<br />you deserve your own Universe<br />one Higher than this One<br />that is where you Live...<br />in my eyes, where you belong<br />there's no doubt in my mind that<br />that's where you are fromTekoa ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/03133505507414438188noreply@blogger.com0