by Bela Johnson | Aug 19, 2014 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, poetry, random thoughts, Uncategorized
Why be conflicted with death? It’s no new trend, fluorescent Nikes in the wake of black and white. This is not a game of thrones over which we could prevail; no defeat-able foe, steroidal match of will or wits. United in helplessness if nothing else, our humanity...
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...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 23, 2014 | inspiration, lifestyle, musings, poetry, Uncategorized
I cannot capture the flower on film, only rarely have light and essence pierced the veil to quiver still upon the page. Petals are fragile things life exudes when it finds an opening for expressions of ecstacy. ...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 8, 2014 | food, lifestyle, musings, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
Reclining in wrapping indifferent to its contents, the tidy row of portobellos lies chilling; scaly surfaces restricted by saran to fit, shipped far from forest understory now gasping for breath through tiny puncture-perfect holes. Carefully pulling free vulgar...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 24, 2014 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
What kind of honesty obfuscates anger where allies become enemies in a heartbeat, decimating one another with a smile? How to winnow facts from confusion, being truthful as well as kind, increasing both wisdom and discernment? Best to model intention and...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 3, 2014 | happiness, inspiration, lifestyle, musings, philosophy, Uncategorized
At times I reflect on the busy of mind, while I’m out drawing circles, they’re marching in line. This marching in line seems so orderly, sane yet it only appeals to the logical brain. Drawing lines on the paper or lines at the mall does not nourish a garden or sense...
