by Bela Johnson | Nov 7, 2017 | perspective, philosophy, psychology, self awareness, Uncategorized
Do not torture yourself with what-if’s, unknown to you now or in future times, mind-blowing images the result of imagination in overdrive, time to regroup, redirect into something worthwhile; Humans are creative beings who do not do well when long sated, beacon-like...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 24, 2017 | musings, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
The exquisite beauty of youth is lost on the young, ego in overdrive, unseated soul; We’re as deep as what we think we know, but oh! A fragile petal waiting to be plucked; and from that very moment, life begins winking off and on until, settled into its vase, it...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 18, 2017 | family, musings, philosophy, self awareness, spirituality, Uncategorized
I grew up amidst plenty, Depression-era lack transformed into expensive Japanese silk paintings hung above a cut glass table, black lacquer chairs, raw silk seats reserved for holidays unfit for seven children, dreams of people I never really knew, though they...
by Bela Johnson | May 16, 2017 | culture, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
We all die. Relics left behind for others, once culturally defined, a slurry now of overcooked vegetables in the melting pot of what humanity has become; For better, we are more homogenous, conferring fewer reasons to hate that which is and ever was kindred. Knowing...
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 | Aug 30, 2016 | healing, inspiration, nature, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
My dark eyes beheld you in that small sliver of moon light touching bare shoulders, streaming down from the stratosphere in a star-studded waterfall, knew from that moment we had been caressed by the hand of grace, a force supernal, bestowal of knowledge everlasting...
