Thursday, February 5, 2009

when you

feel all alone
and a loyal friend
is hard to find
you call it a 
one
way
street
with the monsters 
in your head
when hopes and dreams are far away and you feel like you cant face
the day
let me be the one you call if you jump ill break your fall lift you up and fly away with you into the night 
if you need to fall apart i can mend your broken heart and if you need to crash then crash and burn you're not alone
youre
not 
alone...

brain <3 moon

and then there was nothing, just the pulsing of my brain, all i could see, all i could feel, the amazing pulsing of my brain... 
outside, within moments, the clouds parted, and the moon appeared... somehow, here, it is always there, sometimes it just takes a second to realize i am too

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

leave behind this half life

it takes so much out of me to pretend
tell me now, tell me how to make amends

maybe, i need to see the daylight
to leave behind this half-life
dont you see im breaking down

Sunday, February 1, 2009

someone asked me to write a bit about myself and what attracted me to egypt (where im going in a few weeks) and this is what came out, i thought it wo

uld be fun to post :) here it is!

in notes... because i dont know how to paste into a post...

family

my cousin mentioned this thing we call "family" yesterday. it's so funny how we label people. 

...ok so, you provided the uterus, and you provided the sperm, thus you are the mom and you and the dad. this is your son, thus you are the parents. these are your roles - go!...

hahahahahaha... HA! i love it. it's this huge comedy. why is god laughing? he gets the joke. he gets the comedy. why aren't all of us laughing? good question.

family family family... someone said to me "this is a crappy word" - i think it's a beautiful word, it's the definition that could use a little buffing. or a little editing. or a little remembering. or a little unlearning. i'll continue this, but wow, right now, im starving.

... i think as far as the dictionary goes, the hippies of the sixties got the closest...


2.1.09. i had my first panic attack last night. im kind of over crying in mass amounts, because i'm not crazy about how it makes my face feel.

a little is good tho. (i ran out of room in "title")

i dont care about blood.
i dont care what your name is. 
i dont care what we call you.
i dont care what you call me.
i dont care what the psych books say about you.
i dont care what others say about you.
i dont care about the things i "know" about you.
i dont care about the things i dont.
i care about the experiences ive had with you. 
i care about the energies you've presented to me, since the moment we met. 
i care about the words you've spoken to, of, and around me, since the moment we met.
i never liked history, but now i see its purpose.
the purpose of history is to help you in the present.
its memory.
its energetics.
its knowledge.
your personal history is so important.
its important to live in the moment, it totally sucks not to.
AND living in the moment does not mean forgetting your past. it means being aware of your past so you can live fully, joyously, without getting hurt. 
nothing is on accident.
everything has a purpose.
every word that has ever been spoken, has a purpose.
every action, every look, every moment matters.
now, this does not mean to forget about forgiveness.
this means, to forgive but not to forget. 
forgiveness is not the key to happiness.
forgetting is not the key to happiness.
forgiving and remembering together, are vital for happiness. not "the key", i dont think theres one key, thatd be silly, but vital vital elements.
i forgive everyone of you for anything you've ever done that i took in as less than beautiful or that you put out as less than beautiful. it was a moment, or two, or a million, and i remember, but i forgive you. 
do you know what forgiveness means?
instead of putting my definition, i'll let you ponder it, its more fun, more unlearning that way ;)

i don't act with mal intent. in general. ok fine i have before. but i cant see myself doing that now. i see all of this like a game. or a play. and some people have said screw the script i'm improving all the way - some keep to their role completely, and of course others scatter in between. some consciously do these things, some unconsciously. some think they're conscious but aren't. some dont even know what the term "conscious" means, but they are, and live it, breathe it. some people dont know what to say and some people say A LOT and some people have really great intentions and some people dont. and everything in between. i dont care where you fall. its your perogative. it has nothing to do with me. what does have to do with me is how i respond to you. the way i respond to you is with full intent of 100% taking care of me. what is "me"? 
now this is kyna we're talking to, maybe "we" means all living things, maybe "we" means the dirt and the caterpillars and the bins under my sink 'cause she's all into that "oneness" thing
bitch - of course that's the way she responds - it's always alllll about kyna
that makes sense, that's the way i respond to things, what does she mean what does "me" mean? isn't that obvious? why does she have to explain herself? she does that, always wants an explanation...
i totally get that. gosh she's brilliant.
what the heck is she even talking about?
boring
awesome
these are some responses i can think of that others may put out there... based on my past discussions... 
so now... what is "me"... the objective case of "I"? what is "I"? the nominative singular pronoun used by someone referring to him or herself? or is "I" the "ego"? what the heck is the "ego"? all these terms. "big", loaded words we use? or simple, so so simple words that we make big and loaded? complex? rudimentary? lets think... what is "me"?

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Dear God,

What does "trust" mean?

Love,

Kyna