by Bela Johnson | Jun 27, 2017 | philosophy, psychology, suicide, Uncategorized
He strapped a noose around his neck, in truth we heard it breaking; his dress and mode in retrospect reflected tender aching; I wonder why they cannot see or hear the cries and mourning, before life turns on that thin dime wherein the soul is yearning to simply be...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 20, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
The dawn cracks open, arthritic hand of an Ancient One weary of living yet unable to rest as day breaks her fine china platter, splatters the sky with wonder, beauty of another day unfolding; And we stutter and we gasp, too quickly resuming the business of living as...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 12, 2017 | nature, philosophy, spirituality, Uncategorized
Whether sharing your body or changing your views, the blind mole of magic is following you; In the cubicle days or the tropical nights, what exists in the shadows remains hidden from sight; Clutching those hands filled with fabric or fame as you place them in pockets...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 6, 2017 | nature, philosophy, politics, psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized
When first I met you, bright-eyed one, brow creased, corners of that small mouth turned down in concentration, trying to understand the mind of God as if I might help you do that; None you sought failed in this, not even those blue foggy mountain ridges where eagles...
by Bela Johnson | May 30, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Ragged cuticles rim blunt fingers familiar with soil dug up in clinkers and clumps; was it turned over to bury tree stumps, posts from railroad iron serving as clothesline poles strung end to end with necessary garments scrubbed on a board, set in crude concrete mixed...
by Bela Johnson | May 23, 2017 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
But I don’t want to go among mad people, said Alice. Oh, you can’t help that, said the cat. We’re all mad here. ~ Lewis Carroll There are days and there are days. Today is one in which I awaken with the insight that all of us are mad. All. Some seem to revel in it;...
