I think I've spun out of control.
My thoughts are all over the place. I have not prayed or meditated in ages. My asana today was weak and unfocused.
Aphrodite pandemonium is on the loose.
I have forgotten the truth in peace, the purity of moderation and the will to resist temptation.
It seems like I am having too much fun and thinking way too little.
I am not unhappy. Just unfocused.
And I know if I carry on, this carelessly, I will pay terribly for it.
It is not too late. I can right my wrongs, pull my thoughts and speech together and rise above it.
Coming out stronger and learning more of the lessons needed in this lifetime.
As much as I know I need to experience life and walk strange paths, I cannot lose sight of compassion and austerity.
I cannot forget to be truthful, less judgemental, more patient and steady in my progression.
I need to use my heart more and my mind, undoubtedly will follow.
I need to be strong and I need to share strength. I need to inspire in order to be inspired.
If I cannot handle all that's on my plate, I need to sort that out immediately. I need to prioritize and I need to focus.
I need to stay true to what I believe.
Love all, trust a few and do wrong to none.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
wow.
Wow...
It's funny the things you manifest.
Thoughts are just so powerful. When you open your eyes and your mind, the possibilities are endless. Cups start to overflow... little signs start showing even in the smallest of actions.
You have given me time to reflect. And I am not sure if it's simply because I see so much of myself in you.
You seem to notice even the smallest glint in my eyes and I see each curve of your smile.
We share mutual comfort yet we burn for each other. I respect your responsibilities and you somehow align mine.
I beat myself up sometimes, for falling into temptation so quickly. But you taught me that nothing needs to be perfect. That blessed lessons come from powerful mistakes.
And since we've met, I've felt a renewed sense of creative bliss.
The 'want' to put things together, beautifully.
That life CAN be just about now. That we are all put in each other's path for a reason.
You've inspired me to write again, and that is the ultimate gift.
It makes me feel like I am being true to myself and you make me feel like that's a lovely thing.
All in such a short span of time.
So I say Namaste Sweet One.
You are enlightening me.
It's funny the things you manifest.
Thoughts are just so powerful. When you open your eyes and your mind, the possibilities are endless. Cups start to overflow... little signs start showing even in the smallest of actions.
You have given me time to reflect. And I am not sure if it's simply because I see so much of myself in you.
You seem to notice even the smallest glint in my eyes and I see each curve of your smile.
We share mutual comfort yet we burn for each other. I respect your responsibilities and you somehow align mine.
I beat myself up sometimes, for falling into temptation so quickly. But you taught me that nothing needs to be perfect. That blessed lessons come from powerful mistakes.
And since we've met, I've felt a renewed sense of creative bliss.
The 'want' to put things together, beautifully.
That life CAN be just about now. That we are all put in each other's path for a reason.
You've inspired me to write again, and that is the ultimate gift.
It makes me feel like I am being true to myself and you make me feel like that's a lovely thing.
All in such a short span of time.
So I say Namaste Sweet One.
You are enlightening me.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Summertime Parties
I love summer in Hong Kong. Everyone's energy picks up, there are a few more smiles on the streets. Less judgmental stares if you wear shorts and just the occasional umbrella to poke you in the eye.
Weekends are filled with boat parties. Last week, a huge beach party was thrown. Beautiful cruises and yachts all docked around the bay and music filled the sunny skies. There were dinghys, jet skis, banana boats and floats for everyone to jump on. On each yacht, different concoctions of activities were unfolding. Card games started, people caught up in small intimate groups, beautiful models wearing close to nothing sprawled all over the boat, tanning. 5 cruisers anchored together, creating a centerpiece for the celebration and Dj's and their decks came out. Everyone had a drink in their hand, even the ones swimming in the water. Honorably holding out their glasses while trying to swim or climb onto a dinghy. Regardless of the insignificant sense of balance, everyone had a smile on their lips.
For sunset, a marquee was set up on the bay and the decks moved there... along with the sun seekers...or by now, I should say... drunken sunset chasers. Bodies pulsating all over the beach, grooving to the sexy music and enjoying the change of scene. The mood changes... everyone mellows out and suddenly there is a peacefulness that blankets everyone. It is sunset. My favorite time of day. Dusk. When day turns to night. The colors of the sky seem more beautiful than any other time of day and everything is so prettily lit...naturally. Nobody wants this day to end but we're already been blessed with much so we skull our drinks and jump back on the yachts we came in.
And as everyone peels off in their yachts, to head back to land to party some where else, or have dinner... silence once again creeps over this lovely island awaiting another summer inspired occasion.
Weekends are filled with boat parties. Last week, a huge beach party was thrown. Beautiful cruises and yachts all docked around the bay and music filled the sunny skies. There were dinghys, jet skis, banana boats and floats for everyone to jump on. On each yacht, different concoctions of activities were unfolding. Card games started, people caught up in small intimate groups, beautiful models wearing close to nothing sprawled all over the boat, tanning. 5 cruisers anchored together, creating a centerpiece for the celebration and Dj's and their decks came out. Everyone had a drink in their hand, even the ones swimming in the water. Honorably holding out their glasses while trying to swim or climb onto a dinghy. Regardless of the insignificant sense of balance, everyone had a smile on their lips.
For sunset, a marquee was set up on the bay and the decks moved there... along with the sun seekers...or by now, I should say... drunken sunset chasers. Bodies pulsating all over the beach, grooving to the sexy music and enjoying the change of scene. The mood changes... everyone mellows out and suddenly there is a peacefulness that blankets everyone. It is sunset. My favorite time of day. Dusk. When day turns to night. The colors of the sky seem more beautiful than any other time of day and everything is so prettily lit...naturally. Nobody wants this day to end but we're already been blessed with much so we skull our drinks and jump back on the yachts we came in.
And as everyone peels off in their yachts, to head back to land to party some where else, or have dinner... silence once again creeps over this lovely island awaiting another summer inspired occasion.
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