Earth, Water, Air, Fire

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Be like Earth
Solid, Committed
Loyal, Firm
Allow water to soften rigidity
Allow air to open the mind
Allow fire to power the will

Be like Water
Adaptable, Engaging
Creative, Intuitive
Allow Earth to solidify paths
Allow Air to invite in philosophy
Allow fire to drive expression

Be like Air
Expanding, Generous
Liberated, Inclusive
Allow Water to guide in the flow
Allow Earth to ground scatter
Allow Fire to outline intention

Be Like Fire
Passionate, Ambitious
Spontaneous, Transformative
Allow Air to elevate thought
Allow Water to advance intuition
Allow Earth to introduce patience

Romanticism

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“Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out.” Dawn Powell

“…Romanticism is people as they would like to be….” to add, romanticism is people as others would like them to be, events as people would like them to be, things as people would like them to be.

In the end, the people, event, and thing never are what it is wished to be. So why do we romanticize all of them as such? Maybe we should blame our creativity? Our endless imagination which can dive into whichever abyss it desires to get lost in…usually triggered by what the heart wants to feel.

Maybe we should blame music and movies, which give the impression to be written just for us. From music lyrics that invade our mental state and flirt with our feelings, to film’s  happy or heartbreak endings, fit to validate our mood.

Besides people and things, we also romanticize our past. To bring realism to light, hindsight is 20/20 with a slight case of amnesia. Enter romanticism and we romanticize our past based on how we feel about our present. Lack of contentment can send a person lurking in the past, romanticizing the loneliest days as one of their best; romanticizing a love that evaporated to the love that got away; romanticizing sleepless exhausting nights with a crying baby as sleepless nights of bonding with the new love of their life.

It is a cruel game, this game of romanticism. Even more cruel is if we give into it and assume romanticism as satire (or as people, events, things as they are), only to realize that romanticism took advantage of our naïvety and pulled us in and spit us out with the disappointments of failed expectations.

But, there is beauty in the intoxication of romanticism. This beauty lives in the inspiration it gives us, the inspiration to create. That love, that person, that event, that past, we romanticize and we create beautiful music, beautiful paintings, beautiful poems…beautiful art. Romanticism LIVES in art…no matter the satire.

I have….

Painting by Jose Roosevelt

 I have been weak

I have been defeated

I have been confused

I have been mistreated

I have been loathed

I have been hated

I have been envied

I have been slated

I have been judged

I have been betrayed

I have been made a fool

I have been afraid

Despite of it all….

I have not kneeled down

To worship this crown.

Because you see, it’s all in the view,

In how we define what we’ve been through.

And one’s perception only tells

Of the internal anguish in which one dwells.

So it’s best to release of all this displeasure

“Because you are the sky, the rest… it’s just the weather.”

“Remember, When You Point a Finger at Someone, There Are Three More Pointing Back at You” – Unknown

Written for and published in The Seeds 4 Life:

How easy it is for us to point at each other and criticize one another’s shortcomings, flaws, and wrong doings? How easy it is for us to point at each other and blame one another for our hurts and disappointments?

While we are blaming and criticizing others, we are forgetting one important fact: when we point the finger at someone, three of them are pointed right back at us.  They point back at us to remind us that regardless of who or what we may feel is responsible for our current state and situation, ultimately, the responsibility is ours. We have three times more control than the one we point our finger to. We also have three times more responsibility than the one we point our finger to.

They also point back at us to remind us, the imperfections we point out in others are also in us. When we are pointing at another’s shortcoming’s and flaws, we are only defining ourselves as intolerant and judgmental. Those three fingers pointed back at us reminds us to self-reflect and recognize, and accept our imperfections and shortcomings instead of pointing them out in another.

When we point our finger at the world, we give up control of where and what we are. This shifts responsibilities for our actions and reactions to others, when in fact, it is ours. We are responsible for our actions, as well as our consequences.  We can either be slaves to the belief the world is to blame or we can recognize we are powerful beings in this world, capable of creating love and positive change.

As Mahatma Gandhi once encouraged, “BE THE CHANGE.” This does not begin by pointing the finger, it begins by paying attention to the three pointed back at ourselves.

Prism

Vladimir Kush's surreal landscapes
Vladimir Kush’s surreal landscapes

Put your values in other’s hands

expect for them to lay out life’s plans

Concern yourself with their illusion

Be a prisoner to their conclusion

Know inadequacies are self-imposed

From insecurities you expose

These anxieties limit abilities

Reckless smothering of possibilities

Compare yourself to another’s surface

Ignore your reason, God-given purpose

Believe yourself to be inferior

Fall to opinions of false superiors

Know perspective impacts the view

You are the judge, but the object too

Trust you’re substandard or boundless adept

The mind only sees what it’s ready to accept

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.

Fate

Rho Ophiuchi and newborn star captured by NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope
Rho Ophiuchi and newborn star captured by NASA’s Spitzer Space Telescope

Is there such a thing as fate?

Something to just patiently await?

Is it written in the stars?

How this life will go from the start?

Are we born with this song complete?

And just march to life’s beat?

Is there an agreement already made?

Before we take on this crusade?

Once we take our first breath,

Is a date already set for death?

Do we hold it in our hands?

Lines in palms revealing plans?

Is it simple intuition?

Or in our closed eyed vision?

One of those questions to contemplate

Is there is such a thing as fate…..?