by Bela Johnson | Feb 17, 2015 | lifestyle, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
There are a hundred matters one cannot un-do. Frost’s forked path in the midst, and I took the road less traveled. What has it brought me, in the end? What redemption, if not recognizing the fullness of existence to the marrow permeating all life? Spirits lie...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 27, 2015 | family, healing, inspiration, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
How could a spirit prepare to come into the world fully formed and armored, Athena sprung from the head of Zeus? How to conceive the weight of carapace needed to ward off powers of intoxication foisted by the damaged, visited upon progeny? These are not pretty...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 18, 2014 | musings, personal, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
Can only be discovered in stillness. Stopping all motion to bathe in silence, I discover no words, save those emanating from my own unique perspective. I am but a constellation of experience as seen through the kaleidoscope of the mind, which I subsequently and...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 11, 2014 | compassion, inspiration, personal, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
The spiritual center of the universe abides within me, first person witness to miracles amidst the mundane. Whose legs better equipped to walk the talk synaptically steered from head to lips? Only I possess power to halt trains of thought before, derailed, they...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 14, 2014 | lifestyle, nature, personal
Alexandria was a strikingly beautiful Single Comb Brown Leghorn; a character who conveyed her somewhat colossal name when she was less than a month old. With extraordinary coloring and a large floppy bright red comb and considerable wattles, she matured earlier than...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 30, 2014 | lifestyle, personal, poetry
The glass is full, half-empty now, you know we all complain I copped a bye and grabbed the ring, to sum up this refrain. Or so I thought; came back with tears, of deepest gratitude; just down the road I sought relief in midst of plenitude. Will longing end, the...
