Richard Feynman - Ode To A Flower

When worlds collide, we realize that our shared reality is relative in nearly every aspect of it all. Beauty, is at the very forefront, the most obscure focal point of each respective pair of individual lens. Meaning is left to the unique experience of the mind's eye, and yet it is a gift to be cherished as a shared experience. Be the beholder! Let the beauty of life rest in the seat of your soul as you revel in the fleeting transience of all the universe's ephemeral mystery...


Richard Feynman - Ode To A Flower from Fraser Davidson on Vimeo.

Learning to Love.

I took some time to calm my heart

and really meditate on who I am

and the type of person my choice of actions have come to project.

At the very core of me,

I am still able to maintain

my true identity and my responsibilities that constantly remain.

On the surface it may seem

that Love has struck my heart so fiercely

and altered my state of being.

The gap between my emotions and my actions

may feel disjointed at times

And they must be in balance in order for our connection to survive.

For me, sometimes the most difficult thing

is to step back and let Love happen naturally.

I have already learned how to do this with life, but Love is another creature entirely.

Yes, too much of a good thing can be unhealthy.

I know this now without a shred of doubt.

Like water and sunlight, Love needs time and space to grow.

Lest it shall die without.  

 

Thinking On A Saturday.

My Brothers & Sisters of Earth:

The boundaries of your enlightenment are constricted by the worldly dogma produced by the hegemonic powers of your own species' history, which you tacitly accept.

Free your mind.

Aloha. ♥

20 Amazing Cloud Formations

How incredible are the natural phenomena of the Earth!
We find absolute beauty in its purest form
when we realize the fact that the Earth never tries to be,
but simply is.

We find utmost tragedy in its purest form
when we realize that humankind prevents
itself as a whole
from reuniting with this true and steadfast peace.

We too should strive to learn,
to live in a way that emulates the beautiful balance
of simply being.
Perhaps, at the root of things, this is enlightenment.

Oneness.

Here are 20 amazing cloud formations captured on camera.

The Weekly Life Cycle

The sky is light
today is bright
Shall everyone rejoice?

Lighten your weight
and open you gait
for fun and joyful noise!

At last it's here,
the end is near
and we can breathe again.

The clock has chimed,
pau hana time!
Let's celebrate, my friends!

Happy Aloha Friday everyone! Enjoy your weekend~

Music & Wine

Upon some deep consideration,
I have come to graciously embrace this analogy
that Music is very much like Wine. 

Often times new and different varieties offend the untrained palate
but what we fail to realize is
that it is not the music that is poor in quality or flavor
but our own tastes that are narrow, lacking and ill-formed.

To branch out
and explore the diverse varieties is part of the fun and enjoyment
To sample, so to speak, and find the particular blends that really truly suit you
Not just you as a connoisseur,
but you as a person
A unique soul
that is what we are searching for.

Each style has its own specific purpose
its own mood, its own feeling
Pop can be the 2 buck chuck
It gets the job done in some respects.

In the same vein however,
we must not forget
that there is a such thing as a good wine and a bad one
That is for certain.

So my friends, drink it all in
go and expand your playlist! So many songs to be heard, so little time!

Blue Scholars - Sagaba

Aloha and Happy Hump-Day Everyone! Keep on keepin' on~


LYRICS:
Sister sits on the steps 
Cigarette rests on fingertips 
Takes a sip of slow death deathly through her lips, 
She blows a kiss 
Which I can only resist in vain 
She got the gift of gravity pulling to ask her name 
She says Sagaba 
What's it mean - she says in Ilocano 
It translates into suffering 
I'm pondering the irony to conjure up the fearlessness to find a conversation 
She offers me a square, I decline the invitation 
It reminds me of the days when I would chain smoke 
Broken with no hope 
Like broken like the manner she spoke 
We both 
Two people seeking 
Solace and remembrance 
And wondering if miracles were meant for us 
But intent was just an innocent thought between a sister and a brother 
Who been building in the guidance of a mother 
And the storyteller stops 
Waiting for the beat to drop 
Gathering his thoughts in the wind, breathing in like...

Now, I couldn't stand to see the queen breathe her dreams away 
And tell me her tomorrow will never become today 
I say I used to know a woman just like you, 
Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of men who'd often try to 
Justify their lies with twisted notions of survival 
And hide behind their armor when karma completes a cycle 
She replied 
That just because I knew a woman well it doesn't mean I know them all 
She begins to bade farewell 
Eyes up to the sky, she sighs, I need nobody 
True indeed, sister, but you still need everybody because 
We hardly know ourselves if we know nobody else 
And only in our loneliness can home become a hell 
Exhale 
The cloud in the loudest form of silence 
Watches as it rises like suns over horizons 
The storyteller stops 
Waiting for the beat to drop 
Gathering his thoughts in the cloud, breathing out like... 

Dreams be the ashes 
Burns and thrashing in the wind 
Flying out the burning bush attached to sister's hand 
Who whispers “word” 
Smiling and giving thanks, living in doubt no longer 
As she figures out the riddle to the song 
Saying why must we suffer now and not suffer later if later 
Never comes soon enough to soothe the hatred 
And hatred 
Is the cancer born out of love's absence 
And the absence is the void left from missing every chance to 
Challenge our fates and perhaps our very names 
Sister says peace and prayers for rain and change 
Tosses out her lighter 
Walks out of the cipher 
For shizzle it starts to drizzle and then I begin to write this 
Inhale the imagery – a queen walking steadily 
Effortlessly 
Ready to be 
Every woman and now the 
Story teller ends 
Waiting for the beat to fade 
Gathering his thought near the edge of the day like...

HeartBEAT

Finally get home
at the end of the night
I just wanna lay down
turn the volume up high.

Recharge my fuel cells
Time to Spark the flame
and test that connection
from my soul to my brain.

Feel the pacemaker
the drum and bass
Take my pulse in bpm
got music in my veins.

The Mountain

Up on the Earth
beneath the stars
Our souls collide
in endless war

Across the universe
through space
Peace shall abound
time will remain


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The Garden

In the garden ideas sprout and ideas grow.
Some yield fruit
harvested to nourish the body
& soul.

Others bud, and bloom
into bright, colorful flowers.
Their pollen is collected
taken beyond the garden on the wings of knowledge.

But let us not forget,
that among the flowers and the fruit
weeds spring up with the slightest change in winds
stealing nutrients and spoiling the soil.

Who is planting the seeds in your garden? And have you tended your garden today?

Rainy Day Rhyme

Ka ua is falling and skies are grey
But don't feel down my friends

Soon shall come another day when ka lā returns again

Do not dismay this rainy day 

will wash away the blues

Aloha au iā `oukou, with love from me to you.

Fate per Chance?

Glitzy Glamour in the sky
Living yon’ in penthouse high
Breathless lust in anguish cry,
“Why dost my Love Thou hath deny?
For Is time thy sole alibi?”

With burning envy Thy heart I pry
O! what tinders signify!
Whilst tears of pleasure mist thy eye,
On tender maxim passions lie
To meet in the sweet by-and-by.

My Love
My Loss
My Eternal Life.