Feel Me Up

“I know where I’m going and I know the truth and I don’t have to be what you want me to be.  I’m free to be what I want.”

The words of Muhammed Ali, a man who for better or worse defied everything, did it his way.  While these words resonate for me, about the only thing I can say that differs is that I feel more than I know.

To me, knowledge is fleeting.  While I have always sought and believed in something more, I now realize that it was more a seeking meaning versus knowing.  The more I know, the less I actually do, it limits me.  I was once told: the moment you label is the moment you begin to close the doors on every other possibility.

But feeling, feeling is everything.  I remember throughout the darkness of adolescence telling people “I hate feeling, I hate being human.”  I have a greater understanding today why that is and I’m sure it will grow deeper with the turning of the pages in my story.

I believe that life in its simplest form is energy, it is feeling.  How we experience those feelings may be different but ultimately, if we allow it, that feeling itself can be shared.  So while we can never walk in another’s shoes, we can surely empathize(at times sympathize) with a feeling and share this journey with others in a deeper, fuller way.

Children are the greatest example.  Haven’t you seen where one child cries and other children begin to cry as well?  It’s because they feel.  They feel so much, love, and enjoy every aspect of being.  Society has not yet tainted everything for them.

All this being said, what’s my point, yada yada yada, we really are truly free to be what we want.  We are free to connect with others and live one long experience of meaning.

That is the one thing I’ll say I feel that I know.  (Wink wink).

Shoots.

JMAW

Valentine’s Day: Undraped and on the floor next to the bed

Happy St. Valentine’s Day World!!!

Or Single Awareness Day or Corporate Holiday or all of the above depending on where you fall in the spectrum relating to February 14th, 2009.

In my opinion, love people all the time, celebrate your love with your Signif. always. But if you do have a special someone or plural(eh, I don’t know, some people got mad love to give, who am I to judge), I hope you’re out there having an extra sense of celebratory joy going on today.  I’ll leave it short and sweet at that though as a poet I must say that love a love ever so sweet, one that is purest in the moment, a moment, which if I could prolong, I would, for even though life is but one long day, the passing moments since the moment our eyes last danced seems to me an eternity.

If only you could go Pro at being a poet.  I always wanted to go Pro but that’s a different story and sport.

Here are some random facts of February 14th, that you may or may not know:

~It’s in February.  Since the adoption of this calendar cycle, February, and all other months have incorporated a 14th day into the equation.  Who would’ve figured?

~Named after two martyred dudes(Saints) named Valentine.

~Valentine’s were originally hand-written notes expressing love between two (or more, we don’t know how they did back in the day) lovers.

~The day became associated with romantic love the time of Chaucer, when courtly love began to flourish.  I can hear all the guy’s right now, “Chaucer, dat buggah…”

~The U.S. Greeting Card Association reports that St. V’s Day is second in greeting card holidays behind none other than Christmas.  I bet Cupid is shaking his fist as his arrow seemed to miss on that one.

~The U.S. Greeting Card Association also reports that men spend twice as much on Valentine’s Day then women.  Hmmm…

Again, spread the Aloha today.  Have fun, and if you can’t do it 24/7 then, well, you got probs in my opinion,nah, nah, it’s hard, but gotta keep striving.

But, in closing, with my Joe Moore moment:

Finally, did you know, in the UK, they celebrate St. Dwynwen’ss Day on January 25th.  That’s right, now you can celebrate your love in January and February and in Brazil, they have Dia dos Namorados, Day of the Enamored, in June, and in Finland, and in Korea!

Ho, I see a pattern, special love days around the world, maybe, just maybe, it really is possible to celebrate a day of love each and every day.  And if it’s not, it’s only a matter of time before you see cards for St. Dwynwen’s at Hallmark.

Shoots.

spiritually vacant

the spiritually vacant are a challenge for me.  i believe that each person deserves to do what is best for their souls and that can be surfing, walking, church, whatever.  figure it out, find what works.  it’s when i encounter the people who are so far removed from their souls that i trip out, like so far that the joy of living is not present, the smiles are fake, the energy is depleting.

maybe it’s a feeling.  perhaps it’s the lack of glow in the eyes.  i can’t say for certain, there’s times i just know it to be true, and i’ll be the first to admit i don’t know a damn thing for certain, it’s mostly feelings that can’t be explained adequately with language.  but, BUT, that’s one thing i know, and know well, the spiritually vacant.

i know them because i was once one of them.  devoid, hidden, lost, whatever it is, i find it to be truly sad.  i pray you my brothers and sisters who are there, i don’t know what your soul is trying to learn, wish i could remove the splinter from your eye but i’m still pulling the timber from my own.  for now, all i can share with you is to look at that skyline, smile at the tree, dive into the ocean, take a step and feel, be filled.

good speed.  peace be the journey.