Green Earth Grounding

Green earth grounding sun is shining through the windows of time.
To find your footing and your purpose is so important in your life.
Why you should care, I don't know. To persist is the ocean through the gaze of the moon.
~lakesbeans

Cracks

Cracked walls that lead to NOwhere, beginning anonymously from a point somewhere leading NOwhere

Splintered memories of the gaps in the imaginings, mixed with the scent of the poison of pain

For so long time arrests, for so long my will feigns, for so long my desires falter over the precipice of devotion.

To find a sweet spot in the valley of greens to overtake my shortcomings of fixed dualities, leads me to a euphoric plane of my reality everlasting.

Cracked walls that lead to SOMEwhere, beginning anonymously from a point of nowhere leading SOMEwhere.

~lakesbeans

Lavender

Lavender scented sachets she keeps everywhere around her.

A trail of incense smoke billowing inside and through time.

She finds a special realness in the look on your face that says so little yet means so much.

Through the patchwork of her mind comes the essence of belongings, in the fixture of your smile comes the opening to forgiveness.

Watchful in stance of blueprints of us, to be present in trust and evolving in tandem

An essence of wholeness incomplete in the magic, aware of the realm of the spark in the rust.

~lakesbeans

Nova

Again and again you never cease to amaze me, with your vibrant spirit and impeccable aura.

So proud I am of the you that you were, are, and will be.

Your trajectory fascinates me and shines bright as the world fades and falters.

Steadfast in your lane you gain strength and hone your purpose and calling.

Uniquely you, coming new, is your ultimate brightness, your spark in life, pearl DIVINE.

She will show you the you that is forgotten or lost…..the you of tomorrow through revelations in love.

Wrapped in the softness of the forever blankets of life, I feel your strength brewing through.

~lakesbeans

300 Words about the Feet

As a child feet are just another thing to roll left and right and kick, flex, and spread across like an offering. The soles of the feet are oftentimes tickled, nibbled, and kissed inevitably by some admiring adult in an effort to produce laughter.

As you begin to learn to walk it may begin as a walk in a circle as you attempt to eloquently traverse distances but end up melting into the floor in a big heap.

You may take a deep breath and begin to dig into the floor to reenact the event and may find yourself stepping into the grand staircase with intention and a heightened awareness of possibilities.

Soon your plan begins to take shape.

Shadows engulf you in anticipation as you set out on your desolate journey.

You may be lucky enough that this time there will be no one there to impede your task of ascent.

You suspect that your feet can lead you to a different space in time where presumably you will be transformed or transposed. The destination will be reached through a repetition or a practice, elevating you to another plane of sensory existence.

As you rise, one step at a time through the revolving maze-like pattern, you become aware of the rhythm you engage in. The distance from step to step is just enough to add that incremental seed of accumulated fatigue.

The events become predictable. The click-clack of your feet as you climb, the hoisting your legs engage in as they ground you, and your body rising against gravity as space progressively narrows.

Inevitably an adult finds you, yells your name, and sweeps you of your feet. You are left with a yearning of what could have been and an array of what if’s.

 

~lakesbeans

 

Spiral Staircases

Spiral staircases are architectural devices that function as bridges between levels and floors as defined by the vertical plane. They facilitate ascension and descension of vertical space in small increments leading to demarcations called floors or levels. Rather than just going straight up, the addition of the spiral adds an opportunity to funnel through space, similar to the movement of wind in a dust devil. Rarely are we offered an opportunity to walk in a circle and yet still be able to traverse distances and in such an eloquent manner. Stepping into this grand staircase with intention and a heightened awareness allowed for the development of an intuitive narrative and recognition of universal truths as it relates to my personal journey to this moment.

I step into the unknown abyss finding the darkness comforting and numbing in its coldness.

Shadows engulf me in anticipation as I set out on my desolate journey.

The sandpaper walls and the charcoal spotted cement floors, worn with years of trudging feet, give my task of ascent an eerie baseline of beginnings.

Ascension is a funny word because it calls to mind a progression or advancement. There’s a belief that you will be or end up somewhere different than where you began. It will somehow lead you to a different space in time where presumably you will be transformed or transposed.

The destination will be reached through a repetition or a practice, elevating you to another plane of sensory existence.

As I rise, one step at a time through the revolving maze-like pattern, I become aware of the rhythm I engage in. The distance from step to step is just enough to add that incremental seed of accumulated fatigue.

The events become predictable. The click-clack of my feet as I climb, the hoisting my legs engage in as they ground me, and my body rising against gravity as space progressively narrows. Sandy walls closing in rounded off in a cyclical direction.

In life, narrowing can be perceived as a negative or positive thing. It can mean that you are closing yourself off to something or someone out of necessity. Building walls based on biases, generalizations, and selective containment. You may decide that something or someone puts you in a state of ‘dis’EASE or make a choice to edit out the things that you no longer find useful or desirable to find a more focused approach.

My heart begins to race as my ascension continues. I propel myself through the claustrophobic space. I am again very aware of the narrowing, numbing, and sense of disorienting frenzy.

The heaviness of my legs forces me to find a way to transcend the experience. I need to find a way to survive this climb that will leave me feeling accomplished and capable. How will I make it? Will I reach the top? Do I have the strength?

The shadows are beginning to dissipate as I get closer to my destination. I look up and see the Acme shining bright as it’s illuminated by the sun. The light is my beacon, sense of direction, as I work my way closer and closer.

I muse; “Often there is a need to pace yourself in endeavors you partake in life. Strategies can seem vital and make the difference in whether you succeed or fail. Some roads are long and arduous while others can be akin to a 100-meter hurdle race. Quick and sharp like a snake bite in a grassy field. We all have an internal compass that guides us at different times in life out of need. It can be a difficult thing to unearth and the temptation is to look outside of yourself for the answers. Ideally, we learn to listen to it and trust that we will uncover the answers we need within ourselves.”

After reaching my summit I notice an aura of spacious airiness punctuated by the raining sun. My breath quickly retreats to normalcy and my mind soon moves on to less lofty pursuits. My journey continues on.

~lakesbeans