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Let the Good Times Roll

The best way to feel is to not feel at all. At least that’s how it seems when you’re in the deep end, gasping for air. Try as you might, there is no way to free your mind.

The rebels of the world fight for peace, holding doves above the skies of blindfolded eyes. They ask them to dream, “Do you dream?”

“I can see the way you see, but the question always is, has always been, can you see the way I see?”

Let us stop fooling ourselves, we don’t picture the world in butterflies and unicorns. The luckiest of us get away with just a bruise or two, but for the most of us it’s far more worse. Absence of heart is the way you get hurt.

So take my advice, if you want to make it out alive. Let things roll as they come and go. There is no way to control, I’m letting you know, there is no way to control. Not a person, nor a place, not your tomorrow, never your today. I can’t have what I always want, and that’s okay, I guess. On most days, when the spoiled child cranking up inside has had it’s chocolate for the day. Yes, life is tough, and we do cry over spilled milk, but please grow up. It’s time for us to step into responsibility with a sense of youth. I would never ask you to age, for God’s sake. Please, do play.

But most of all, I do pray, you fall in love with everything around you.

© Nicoletta

📷: Yosemite National Park, California

Poker Face

It takes a lot out of us. Communication. Feels like an endless battle of shape and form. This is my point of view and that one is yours, but who’s to prove what’s true. Certainly not me. In whatever way you change your perception you never know when you’re making the right move. Playing poker you’re staring straight into someone’s energy field. Their hand gestures, even the slightest twitch on their left eyebrow will hint to you a direction of play. Are they bluffing? Can we ever know? On the river, the last card is a deuce. With two twos in their hands your Queens are mucked, and all because you didn’t trust your instinct. Deep down you knew all along. You should have folded when you still had the chance. Win or lose is always the game we play.

© Nicoletta

📷: Las Vegas, Nevada

To the Self the Great Return

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You’re in a relationship, something isn’t clicking. You enjoy each other’s company, there are good days and some days, well let’s say they’re just…okay. You eat in silence, because there’s not much to talk about. Some nights you find yourself getting up and staring up at the ceiling, hoping that all the doubt you feel inside will be resolved by some kind of miracle. Divine intervention. You pray that your dreams will satisfy you, because the emptiness you feel inside is way too much to bear. There’s something missing but you can’t quite figure out what it is. You can definitely feel it. The reality of the void hits you rock bottom. The heaviness of your stomach rises like a solid to your throat, it sticks to you like a chronic cold. You’re fevering up but you still can’t find the courage to move on. Afraid to hurt yourself or is it another? Honesty is the greatest commitment. You can’t pretend to be something you never were meant to be. Nor can you fool yourself any longer. What you feel is real and moving forward is the only way to heal. You can’t drag someone else along with you. In love, we take no hostages. The only casualties that remain at the end of a battle are our own selves. We pick ourselves up and mend our wounds alone. That is the only way to find our way back home. The journey is always a long and lonely one, but in the end no matter what we will find ourselves. Just like it was in the beginning, so we find ourselves in the end. To the self the great return.

©Nicoletta

Wildflower

Excited to present a new spring project of mine. Welcoming new beginnings, let us start fresh with inspiration, heart and a spirit wild. ~Nicoletta

So much love and gratitude to my sister Alexandra for filming & editing.

Follow her @pricklypeartravel.wordpress.com

Sun Salutation

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I feel the ecstasy of the moment taking over my every thought, the lightness of my breath ascending me to a higher place, a deeper version of myself. Liberating temptation, I surrender to this moment and this moment alone. As I free my spirit, I feel the birth of life take over. Creeping shadows of the past lose control over the mobility of my body, as I become a pure stream of flowing water. Dripping, lucid…an endless swim into the arms of dreams long left unexplored. Dream upon dream, I travel with open wings like an eagle soaring above myself before I awaken. Lest I forget the magic of this moment, I capture my heart’s images like scenes from a movie. Memory pouring onto the canvas of my mind, I recollect it all through art. Motion, emotion one after the other. Meeting a laugh or cry halfway. I no longer pretend to forget…remember it all I do. In the falling abyss of time, I dress fragments with color. With music, I bless it all with sound. Gratitude…the good and bad all an equal tell of sharing. Now do I understand the teaching of it all…it finally makes sense in the twists and turns of my mind. I am finally climbing, upstream. Up and higher do I race past all obstacles. High on high do I comprehend the messages I saw in signs. Symbols in trees, painted in caves long lost mountains ancestors still sing the same song over and over again. I hear the pounding beat of the drum…incense still burning the air with truth. Footsteps echo in my toes, I feel the dance lifting the idleness of my present step. Free at last. I move, move to the call of my own self. Gentle at first…one push at a time, speaking solely to myself…wake…wake…WAKE UP! A mirror assists my voice, showing me parts of me…some I recognise…some I do, truly do…with blurry vision my eyes squint. I see you. I know you. I am you. This is me, full and new. Oh, how I’ve grown. Pride, I am proud. But more much more than this humble. My head tilting a fair share of sky and land…I know who I am…I know…who I am.

 

© Nicoletta

Photo by: Alexandra Van Zutphen 

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Is it really worth it?

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Sometimes you think to yourself: Is it really worth it?
All this control, the need to give yourself to the fullest. To make it. Make a name for yourself.
All for what? For others opinions of you? Congratulations and thank yous.
Is it really worth their words of praise? Or are you doing it all for yourself? To feel good about you for a change. Tough childhood’s to blame. Is it really worth it? This game’s a tough one. It’s win or lose. An all in hand in poker. But you have to choose. Full on, green light or hide your head in the sand. What side’s more fair to wear? Once you’ve had your share, will you share it with others? Or keep it all to yourself?
Is it really worth it? Step your foot in foreign land. Call it your own for a while. Never will be home. Home is where the heart is wise ones say. Who will show you the way? Your footsteps are far too removed to guide you. Their trails long forgotten will only appear as glimpses in dreams. Will you remember when you awaken? Or like memory, will you drift into pools of deep waters consuming the clarity of your mind?
Shatter this illusion you live in. Break it into teeny tiny pieces. So small that a curious toddler wouldn’t even pick it up and put it in it’s mouth. Where is it? This illusion. I can’t spot it anymore, nor do I understand if it even had value.
You see, I can’t judge others. Nor myself. But I can’t hide the need to disagree with perceptions. Certain perceptions. Correct me if I’m wrong. Is man not free to be himself? Woman to be hers? When did we decide to place power on the few, who criticise our every move? I am tired of this lie they’ve sold us. Ex-hausted. Already in the past. Long gone. They’ve demoralised us and if that wasn’t enough they’re mocking us. Laughing their buttons off as we slave away. We’ve all incarnated together again, a different creed. Same faces, different masks. We’ve been playing their game far too long. I’m out.
No- not dystopia. Nor the wrist cutting kind. I’m just too open minded and seeing reality far too crystal clear. This system is rigged. For those of you with open mouths, I’m sorry. This isn’t meant to be a shocker. You knew this day would come. Comfort zone no more. Feed the children is all I hear these days. Save the refugees. And if you please, bend down on your knees and save humanity.
Humanity needs to save itself.
All of us one by one, need to take a stand. Change ourselves. Work with higher powers. Expanding our consciousness. Enlightening ourselves. Not by reading books by A B C guru but by doing the work by ourselves, Within us. Each and every one of us. No one can teach you the trick. You need to make the effort.
Begin each day by appreciating. Each and every moment you experience. The people you love. Love them more. Fill your heart with so much love you can’t even handle it. Gratitude is a blessing. The food you eat, the air your breathe, the nature around you.
Place passion in whatever you do. A cause, a song, a dance. Find the art in it all. Art will paint anything you pursue, from mechanics to science. It’s all about shaping it with color. Add a touch of your own shade into the mix and create a fine blend of mastery.
Be forgiving and compassionate. People do things, and yes sometimes they may seem a bit far out. Crossing limits. But you know what? Get over it. There’s no need to hold a grudge. Karma will keep you in loops if you don’t move on. So take a deep breath and proceed with pride.
And boy- ego. That’s a tough one. When used as a friend, it’s not all that bad. It can give you an energy boost, even help you feel confident and strong. Win battles of the self. Even help you get over the things you fear. But when it gets out of hand, the relationship does go sour. So use it as an ally but with boundaries. We don’t need more shadows.
And man-LOVE. Keep that word tight in your heart. Those four letters will save you.

Amen.

© Nicoletta

Sex Expressed Like This…

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In this time and age where values have been cheapened, gifts of literature, music and art tampered with by the effects of “pop” culture, we have each lost a little bit of our soul.

You might ask what is to blame?

Sex. As simple as a three-lettered word. Our relationship to our sexuality is one of the many things that has thrown us off balance. The way media/ famous celebrities/ subliminal messages in movies and music project sexuality undermines the truth to what sexuality is. What is presented to us can even be termed as “pseudo-sexuality” which pollutes and contaminates the mass through the projection of false meaning.

The expression of sexuality is more than what is shown on the surface. It is not the idolisation of the body, or the use of it for popularity, control or manipulation. There is far more depth to how it can be expressed. The fact is, we have lost touch with ourselves and this has resulted in the disconnection with the true source of our sexual power.

What is sex then?

Sex is creation. It is easy to take your clothes off and get it over and done with for momentary pleasure, but is far different to fully embody it, to allow it to become you, transform you.
Sexual expression is not only an act between the sheets but a way of living. When activated it can become a bridge of the divine to the material, spirit to matter. The problem is we are afraid of our own power. This results in holding back, not giving our fullest potential in all areas of our life: work/ relationships with our loved ones and own selves/ the creative endeavours we pursue. The reason we shy away from our own power is because we have been given a false identification of what sexuality is and how we can get in touch with it.

The poison of the past

Thousands of years, centuries of programming by organised orders of religion have made sexual expression seem wrong. The act itself was viewed as a sin, and only a means of procreation. The original sin of Adam and Eve, supposedly condemned us all, confining us to the hellish reality of pain, suffering and death. In addition to this women were raped, killed, stoned under the false accusation of being prostitutes, all subconsciously triggered by the idea of original sin. Men and women were separated in the battle of gender, role playing in a twisted fate of oppressor and victim. This breeding of religion, led to the Victorian age where sexuality was suppressed altogether, propriety and conservatism paving way to a society which hushed a basic need of nature. All this and so much more…Led to the present day. We have soaked this line of history, it is a part of our DNA, in our blood and genetics. This fear, oppression, suppression, victimisation, conditioning has scarred us with wounds very challenging to heal.

How can I awaken my true sexual nature?

In the Dharma religions, the awakening of the “kundalini” is what can help one come into touch with their sexual truth. This is the meditative state of raising energetic vibration from the spinal chakras to the upper chakras in the body, through the combination of breath, chanting and movement. Practices such as kundalini yoga can assist in the unlocking of this hidden power within us all. This is how one attains spiritual enlightenment.
In more physical terms, one can “lighten” themselves allowing them to tap into the flow of creative energy by pursuing things that they love and that are close to their heart. Performing arts, dancing, singing, playing an instrument, creativity in any shape or form is highly recommended as it allows one to centre themselves in the moment and freely open up to self-expression. The key is to let go and surrender to the flow of the moment instead of trying to control it or overthink it.

What does all this have to do with sex again?

One’s relationship with their sexuality is the core of their power. As one lightens their load of burdens, imposed on him/her by society or self-created restrictions, this gives them the freedom to surrender in their more intimate relationships. The union of lovers is to be a “performing act” in itself, an exchange of beauty and full expression. The innocence and purity of play and joy, allows the act itself to become sacred as it links one with the heart. In truth, the more one is confident with oneself, the more the exchange of sexual union will bring higher levels of intimacy between a couple.

sexuality is the soulful expression of play and freedom…

It is the interaction with one’s most boundless, limitless nature. The more liberation, the higher one can transform into a whole person. A healthy practice of sexuality is highly beneficial as it stimulates the mind and emotions, bringing nourishment to both body and spirit.
Needless to say, the misuse of sexuality through perverse, ill abuses causes severe damage to one’s mental, emotional, physical and spiritual state.

Keep healthy and powerful!

A very good example of an artist who was highly connected to his sexual power was Elvis Presley. This man was a legend, as he projected this divine sexual expression through his music, dance and personality, influencing crowds of people through his work, even to this day. This is the perfect example of a healthy, balanced sexual power expressed in a positive way.

Each one of us, in our own way can achieve this divine union ourselves through the healing of the cobwebs of the past and the full emancipation of the hidden depths of the self.

 

© Nicoletta

Photo by Alexandra Van Zutphen @pricklypeartravel.wordpress.com

Sunday Morning

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Sometimes I count the way you look at my hair in the wild and green Sunday morning walks at the park. I count the stare.

One blink. Two blink. Three and four.

And when I try to look back, you turn your eyes to the ground. As if the ground has something more important to show you. I blink at your stare in the ground. As if it could tell me why my auburn hair fascinates you so every Sunday morning.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

 

Photo by Kyriakos Christodoulides

Song: Jolene-Dolly Parton

 

Hush

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Hush I will tell you in the morning he said.
Softly spoken I responded in harmony to his whispering voice.
Do you promise?
The only promise I will make
Is tomorrow when you awake.

I closed my eyes
Lost
In dreams
Of his last words.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Photo by SVZ: Alberta, Canada

Song: Fare Thee Well- Oscar Issac & Marcus Mumford 

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