by Bela Johnson | Apr 9, 2019 | compassion, creativity, gardening, healing, nature, Uncategorized
The crescent mark left by a garden knife is slowly mending, unresisting as I cleave yet another lifted layer of my own skin from its center until a proper feeling of softness returns to adjacent banks of that once-jagged riverbed; Like one’s own feelings...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 8, 2018 | creativity, musings, nature, Uncategorized
There’s an invisible portal in the mantle covering Earth; look closely without staring: focus softly, not sharp, and you might conjure enough filaments to pop through, unexpectedly shifting into another realm long ago expunged from collective recall; Most...
by Bela Johnson | May 3, 2018 | creativity, perspective, Uncategorized, writing
What do I want to Do with my life? To explore and explode a thousand thoughts and color-filled words that spill out and scramble for the page … Confusion! It’s all I want, and then the pictures begin scrolling, rolling on the insides of my eyelids and I am...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 7, 2017 | creativity, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
Quill pressed to vellum and the raven liquid bleeds onto the page, seeping into parchment as words impress themselves on minds of those who seek elucidation; There is no turning back save the alchemy of fire, while a mere century later, fingers snap plastic keys as a...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 16, 2014 | creativity, inspiration, lifestyle, philosophy, Uncategorized
I find myself in the middle of an eye, watching myself in its blank stare. The moment scatters. Motionless, I stay and go: I am a pause. ~ Octavio Paz I’m riding my bike into town, thinking of how the world looks through my own eyes. My view, my dream, my world. As if...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 12, 2014 | creativity, lifestyle, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
How can we hold harmless the jealousy of poets, artists of the mind who articulate where others flounder, dry-docking on their facts? Words spoken burn daylight and time cannot retract itself, no excusing, bowing out. Forgive us then, the endless pondering, refining...
