Confessions of a Daydreamer

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Staring into the world
Internalize what I see
Allow myself to feel
The Joys and tragedies

But when it gets too heavy
Retreat myself away
Seek and find idealism
Daydream of better days

Days in a universe
Parallel to all that is
Where manifestation reveals
A world of love and bliss

A daydreamer, that I am
With humility, my confession
I’ll be the change I would like to see
Create it with compassion.

A wild woman, A wild man- by Alison Nappi and Aubrey Marcus

A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature-by Alison Nappi

But can you love me in the deep? In the dark? In the thick of it?

Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?

Can you love me when I’m bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?

Can you love me then too?

Can you love me under the starry sky, shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?

Can you love me when I am howling and furry, standing on my haunches, my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?

When I call down the lightning, when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet, can you still love me then?

What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt to harden over all the pomegranate seeds we’ve planted?

Will you trust that Spring will return?

Will you still believe me when I tell you I will become a raging river, and spill myself upon your dreams and call them to the surface of your life?

Can you trust me, even though you cannot tame me?

Can you love me, even though I am all that you fear and admire?

Will you fear my shifting shape?

Does it frighten you, when my eyes flash like your camera does?

Do you fear they will capture your soul?

Are you afraid to step into me?

The meat-eating plants and flowers armed with poisonous darts are not in my jungle to stop you from coming. Not you.

So do not worry. They belong to me, and I have invited you here.

Stay to the path revealed in the moonlight and arrive safely to the hut of Baba Yaga: the wild old wise one… she will not lead you astray if you are pure of heart.

You cannot be with the wild one if you fear the rumbling of the ground, the roar of a cascading river, the startling clap of thunder in the sky.

If you want to be safe, go back to your tiny room — the night sky is not for you.

If you want to be torn apart, come in. Be broken open and devoured. Be set ablaze in my fire.

I will not leave you as you have come: well dressed, in finely-threaded sweaters that keep out the cold.

I will leave you naked and biting. Leave you clawing at the sheets. Leave you surrounded by owls and hawks and flowers that only bloom when no one is watching.

So, come to me, and be healed in the unbearable lightness and darkness of all that you are.

There is nothing in you that can scare me. Nothing in you I will not use to make you great.

A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature. She is the source of all your primal desires, and she is the wild whipping wind that uproots the poisonous corn stalks on your neatly tilled farm.

She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.

She will see to it that you shall rise again.

She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.

The male inspired response:

A wild man is not a boyfriend, he is a force.- by Aubrey Marcus

Can you love me in the blinding heat of a birthing star, when I shower warmth on distant moons?

Can you love me in the hole of the cosmic Black, where no one can reach me? Not even you?

Can you love me then too?

Can you love me when I drag buffalo skulls through the dirt for days, to the rhythm of an ancient drum?

Will you love me if my beard hides the scars in my heart, from battles I cannot explain?

WIll you love me when I lack courage, when I am defeated, when I won’t let you patch my wounds?

WIll you trust me when I smell of sweetgrass and sage, and when I stink of whiskey and sweat?

When I drink from the cup and play in astral light, will you anchor me to Home?

What happens when my words don’t work, and I can speak with only my eyes?

Can you love me enough to let me go, without asking me where I’ll be?

I am no poodle to lay groomed on a leash at your feet. I am the wolf that fetches the bones of truth.

A wild man is not a boyfriend. He’s not built for animal husbandry. He is a force. He is a cause for an effect. He is a mission.

Are you afraid to let me inside you? Not just my flesh, but my soul. The wild man is neither burglar or vandal. I will not take anything from you. I will not trample on sprouting seeds or pick flowers as a trophy. I am the sun on flooded fields and the fire for tangled webs.

Don’t be scared, lover, mother, maiden, crone. Take me as I am.

Even if I have the power to destroy worlds, I will not destroy you.

A wild man is a protector. A father. A warrior for all that is good.

When the chaos seeks to obliterate you, sheering your flesh from bone, I will hold all the pieces together in love, until you are ready to reassemble.

When your seas boil, and your winds throw cars at corn fields, I will wait patiently for you to catch my eye, so that both of us can laugh.

When Hell opens up the fiery gates, and sends all the cosmos against you… I plant my heels deep in the ground. I lay my shield low. My sword is sharp then, my love. The steel sings sweetly. With a smile, Hoka Hey! My last breath a farewell kiss. Today is a good day to die.

For ours is the oldest love affair. The greatest story ever told. Cupid and Psyche, Shiva and Shakti, You and I.

Same same but different. Would we have it any other way?

A wild man is not a boyfriend. He is a force.

Back to Center

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Here I lay, admire the stars.

Contemplate the remarkable life that we are.

A tiny speck in this vast space;

Certain our world is the only place,

Where we are the center of all that is

Where we are the sun, the stars, and abyss.

Yet, lost in distractions and egoic agenda

Plugged into illusion and false propaganda.

Casting shadows on our flaws,

Impressing others with shallow cause.

Believing in stories which feed hate,

Dismissing messages of sealed fate.

But all it takes is to quiet the noise

To sit in the silence and revere in its poise

Feel in the breath the gift that is living

A selfless present the spirit is giving

A reminder, we’re not the center we serve

Back to center

We are part of the WHOLE of the universe.

Facades

Jose Roosevelt's Architectural Awakening
Jose Roosevelt’s Architectural Awakening

Eyes to the world, how strange we are

Judging and comparing each other’s scars.

With smiling faces we say hello

Our honest thoughts, nobody knows.

Facades stay perfect, false expressions

Ensure we make the “right” impression

We fail to realize, we can’t control

How someone else defines a soul.

So what to do, but kindly observe

The strange relationships that we serve.

But don’t fall prey to fake intentions,

Allow intuition to guide pretensions

And if they see, you see them too

Set the example, be true to you.

Because the masks will fall away

Exposing fragile molded clay.

Eyes to the world, now we shall see

How perfect to be bare can be

To be ourselves is not so strange

To be a soul, to be the change.

My Heart

The Heart Chakra
         The Heart Chakra

In my extended hand I hold

my unclothed heart for you to unfold.

Invite you in and have you see,

this beating heart, inside of me.

In this heart I hold all treasures,

infinite love and all life’s pleasures.

An open heart is what I give.

Compassionately and truthful, I try to live.

But imperfection also resides

in this unfolded heart of mine

A shadow side for you to uncover.

An honest heart you will discover.

There, you may find a lack of trust

of this world I find unjust.

You may find resentments stored,

and insecurities that I hoard.

You may find my judgments made,

and what makes my heart afraid.

You may find a lack of love,

and the anger I’ve tried to rid myself of.

But what is dark inside of me,

I share with you to be set free.

I hope this gift you will receive;

This heart of mine, upon my sleeve.

And like the light I see in you,

I also see the dark side too.

But now that you have my heart to hold

Allow your heart to begin to unfold.

We suffer because we think….

The Thinker by Auguste Rodin
               The Thinker by Auguste Rodin

Our mind is powerful beyond our own comprehension; and so it makes us suffer. It creates our realities and allows for us to expand our horizons or keep ourselves imprisoned in our thought processes. It provides for interesting conversations with ourselves of momentary clarity or aching confusion. Even when we sleep, the mind travels through our subconscious, rummaging through our deepest thoughts and compiling dreams that may wake us up in drenched sweat. It never stays quiet. It can argue with itself or stroke its own ego all in the same conversation. It can make itself up but then change itself 2 seconds later….and once the decision is followed through, it can harbor regret and guilt in its deepest corners creating agitating doubt. It makes it all a terrible tragedy, when the reality of it all is no such thing. It creates fear and plays with it by introducing ideas which feeds its growth. So what to do? Don’t stop to think….just stop to think.

Be

Be.

Be Kind, for kindness sparks hope. Hope in humanity, hope in tomorrow and hope in self.

Be Genuine, for a genuine person is sincere in their intentions. Sincere intentions leave no room for doubt.

Be Accepting, for acceptance recognizes we do not see things as they are, we see things as we are.

Be Honest,  for honesty is the warrior which fights fear. We only lie when we are afraid. Don’t be afraid, be honest.

Be Compassionate, for compassion is the helping hand that pulls the world out of its deepest rut.

Be Simple, for simplicity opens us up to the freedom from the complexities we create for ourselves.

Be Connected, for we are all one. Our actions cause other’s reactions.

Be Brave, for bravery is the POSSIBLE in the IMPOSSIBLE. IM POSSIBLE!

Be Love, for Love is the universal language of kindness, genuinity, acceptance, honesty, compassion, simplicity, connectedness, and bravery.

Be Kind. Be Genuine. Be Accepting. Be Honest. Be Compassionate. Be Simple. Be Connected. Be Brave. Be Love. Be the Change.