by Bela Johnson | Nov 29, 2016 | lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
We live, we learn, we dream ourselves awake into this life, unfurl curling brain stems in the brilliance of day (not the inky blackness of night, save Cereus, her beauty known only to those willing to stumble onto her luminous crown, mind the thorns, all beauty has...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 22, 2016 | Hawaii, inspiration, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Watching her hop along the asphalt, I remark to him how awkward she looks chugging along, no arms to propel, out of her element (and I can so relate); Then I think, and the words fairly burst from my mouth, suspended between salmon and cerise overtones, short but bold...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 15, 2016 | philosophy, popular culture, self awareness, Uncategorized
I’m waiting in the dark to sleep, but it won’t come, I feel the creep, the broken bits of hearts and minds lie scattered like the leaves, the vines are choking back a flood of tears, are mourning for the empty years it seems we have accrued in vain while human rights...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 7, 2016 | Hawaii, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Coconut clusters suspended in morning’s still air, respite now from ceaseless battering, frond fingers lightly taking measure, drumming air as in disbelief, not trusting permanency anymore than should I; Meanwhile doves coo while biding time, their turn to bathe in...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 25, 2016 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
There’s a trembling in the earth, the quaking every baby bird senses as it struggles to unfurl its tiny body clad only in a breath of dandelion fluff, winking at the brilliance of day, life on a new planet, waking into something it knows to its bones is temporary; And...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 18, 2016 | lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
I find no comfort in half-light or half-truths, cities where false neon glows pass for daytime neverending, unremembered history, ancient drumming of rain on clay tiles and cobbled stones, retaining naught but a fraction of huddled humanity, while farmers awakened in...
