by Bela Johnson | Jan 13, 2026 | context, dreaming, Uncategorized
It began as a modest house.The kind you rent because it’s in your budget.Brown floors. Plain rooms.We needed shelter — and yet. Even then,I was already measuringwhat I could hold. I felt tenderness for the older man who owned it —he could not afford to live there...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 14, 2023 | awakening, dreaming, healing, inspiration, nature, Uncategorized
Reduced now to ashes, I rise from the fires of transformationagain and again, and it gets wearying sometimes, all this deathand resurrection, so many incarnations within one lifetime,and occasionally I struggle with perceptions of others,the young simply trying to...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 15, 2023 | dreaming, inspiration, Uncategorized
It is time to bloom as if newly awakenedfrom a dream and only now realizingit is morning, the bright sunlightinviting me out into a new daywhich I can fill with anything I wish,beginning with thought; When rising, now fully aware of my rolein creation, thoughts want...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 30, 2021 | dreaming, inspiration, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
When the spin slows down to a pin-drop lull,and time moves forward, collapses,telescopic Trickster demonstrating the follyof what most consider solid;When accepted illusion no longer holds sway,capturing the monkey mind in sticky spider webtrappings of its own making;...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 13, 2020 | dreaming, lifestyle, love, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The poem that had to be written at two in the morning;was it carried on the wind building force in the night,pushing harder on my head until, evoking surrender,I turn the page and silently push the pencil,watching words forming, shapes curving alongsideone another,...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 22, 2019 | dreaming, nature, philosophy, psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized
Trembling gently in twilight, rippling like a mirage, what seems solid during the day becomes otherworldly by nightfall when things left unresolved return to haunt the living; Important then to honor passing dreams, full-blown stories once told to the very young,...
