Quarantine as a dream...

LUNA: A Digital Yoga & Music Festival 
Art Workshop with Gioconda Parker
Free-flow Writing Prompt - Quarantine as a dream...

"I had this crazy dream that...." the whole world slowed down
We were given the opportunity to know ourselves, to grow, the world has
an incredible opportunity to change for the better
oil prices below zero --> wind energy ❤😀
help to.... overpopulation isn't the problem   corruption is
How can we change for the better? How can the entire world
learn a valuable lesson and do good! Better education, food access, safe homes,
universal healthcare, fuck war, stop [scriggle] Rawr. No more unnecessary death
Clarity.

[false-stop... just kidding: 2 more minutes]

😆 stop-go. Don't reopen too soon. Don't stop protection too soon.
Help. Be kind damnit. Love yourself. Have fun. Gentle. Calm. Rejuvenate.
Who am I? I am peace. I am power. I am strength. We will be better. We already
are. don't think of the hurt, the ignorance, the wrong. Focus on the good and it
will expand. Utopia is possible. Anything is possible so why not?

I walk away.

I choose me.

I love you. But I love myself more.

Because I need to.

Because if I don’t, no one else will.

I walk away, you say.

Yes, I walk away.

Every time I feel devalued, degraded, or ignored: I walk away.

Every time you stab me with your words formed from misplaced fear, stress, and anger: I walk away.

I will walk away from what does not serve me and my higher purpose.

You think the worst of me. You disagree with everything I am. That’s fine.

I walk away.

I walk away.

I send you light and love.

 

I walk away and continue on my path while you continue on yours.

Captured.

Captured.

Kept in a glass box.

Not able to leave.

Captors follow every move I make, can’t escape.

Every time I try to leave, they stop me and put me back.

If I can’t go through, I try going under. Thwarted.

Digging the very ground beneath me. Can’t breathe.

No more.

No more.

No more.

I wake up “free” ... suspicious, how could that be?

I leave cautious, paranoid, not knowing how this happened.

Is it a trick? It must be a trick. 

Any time now, they’ll find me and put me back;

But I keep moving, trying, hoping. Scared, but

This is all I have, this is the chance I made.

I have to take it, I have to leave,

I must escape.

12-14-15

What are the odds?
What are the chances?
What are the statistical probabilities?
Why?

Turns out, it doesn’t matter.

No matter what happens. No matter how horrible or wonderful it may seem at the time. No matter how slim the odds, no matter how high the stakes. Sometimes things just happen. For no other reason then: they happen. And that’s okay.

Yes, everything happens for a reason. But more often than not, that reason has nothing to do with you or that reason may not benefit you at all, ever. And that’s okay.

You may never truly know the reason for anything. And that’s okay.
You may perceive and apply reasons to anything. And that’s okay too.

We like to believe everything happens for a reason, a greater purpose that somehow includes or involves us as individuals. And that is a perfectly acceptable reality.

Others believe (whether they’d “like” to is up for debate) that everything (or nothing, double-sided perspective) happens, without reason and with no direct connection or correlation to anyone. Another perfectly acceptable reality.

The odds may be slim, but maybe the universe isn’t trying to tell you anything. Maybe the universe isn’t trying to torture you. Maybe it just happened.  (Repeatedly… for giggles perhaps)

Maybe the universe is testing you. And maybe, just maybe, you’re ready to finally pass and move on to the next subject. 

Who knows really? We all like to think we do, but ultimately “All I know is, I know nothing.”

ENOUGH!

Enough. Enough. Enough.
Why?!
Enough violence.
Enough bigotry.
Enough division.
Enough confusion.
Enough fear.

For all the good surrounding us,
Stop hiding. Please come out and shine bright,
So that this darkness can fade and forever be banished away.

Be good.
Be kind.

How long must we wait? Divided, conquered, mistrusting.

I understand as best I can. I understand how and why so many think and believe and act in opposition to--
LOVE!

But, please. Open your hearts, however broken and battered.
Open your minds, however clouded and steadfast.
Open yourself to something greater than hatred.
Live in love.

Live to love yourself. Live to love one another—regardless of the meaningless lines (social constructs) our society has misguidedly placed upon us all. 

Stop history from repeating. Start a new way.
Stop accepting separation, for any reason. Start a worldwide union.

Enough labels. Enough lies. Erase them from your hearts and minds, and society will follow.
We are ONE people.
We are ONE human race.
We are ONE species.

Please work together. Please do not harbor feelings of animosity towards anyone, regardless of their transgressions—grave or slight. Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Respect one another.

I can only hope, despite all of this sadness and horror that has run rampant since the beginning of humanity, I can only hope—and try to live in such a manner that is befitting to our evolution from simple, crude animals into critical, moral, and spiritual beings.

Today, my tear-ducts are clogged from the sheer multitude of waves of grief for our shortcomings… one after another, utterly ridiculous and unnecessary.

We must keep trying.
We must keep moving forward as a people.
We must keep living in love.

Look for the light amongst the darkness; for however difficult, it surrounds us and is ultimately within us.

Look for it, find it, hold on to it; if you look for it and cannot find it, create it and share it with the world.