by Bela Johnson | Nov 7, 2025 | perspective, poetry, process, shadow, Uncategorized
My ego is not an animalthat needs feeding; the placeyou can touch is my heart —but please go gently,with due respect. You need only possessa genuine concernfor the inner person,fragile being not unlike yourself —fellow traveler throughthis brief burst in eternity. You...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 1, 2025 | healing, poetry, process, Uncategorized
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live? If I Could Re-Live a Year At first, the question seems silly.Why would anyone want to go back, when life has already pressed us forward through so much change, so much learning, so many quiet awakenings? Still,...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 31, 2025 | poetry, process, shadow process, Uncategorized
Do they ever get any smarter with age?That ass-grabbing Buddhist who was surehis teacher was The One, only to discoverhe, too, was an ass-grabber. Oh, sigh. He chanted om mani padme humwhile his gaze wandered,as if enlightenment were hidingbeneath some...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 26, 2025 | art, poetry, regeneration, Uncategorized
In self-created confinement I dwell,waves of consciousness crashingonto undisclosed shorelines,thundering hooves of phantom horsesapproaching through the sands of time. Some might shudder at these contemplativespaces — interstices of timebefore necessary activities...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 15, 2025 | earth witness, philosophy, poetry, regeneration, Uncategorized
More growth coming, and I breathe deep, knowing why I am here, why you are here, why we so rarely recognize the miracle; We are not in this togetherin the sense of waiting upon othersfor our own self realization; These are not times for preachers or spiritual...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 30, 2020 | creativity, inspiration, nature, photography, poetry, Uncategorized
We wait for it, court it, this breath the newborn has little choice but to take, the drawing in, and from whence does it come? Some think they know, call it muse, the artist cares only to the degree that it serves, insinuates itself, etheric substance filling up and...
