Connection

Connection. Isn’t it what we all are searching for? You see it everywhere you look – on your bus ride to work in the morning, on your way to your favorite coffee shop, while you’re standing in line at the store. The buzz of the connected world is undeniable. You see people everywhere; busy on their phones, straining to hold onto the handles of the bus while sending out a text message, updating their thoughts and whereabouts on social networking sites, sending a photo to someone back home.

But in this busy and connected world, are we losing ourselves and our connection…true connection, in the chaos and fury of all this connected-ness? What can replace the warmth of a stranger’s smile, or a happen-chance conversation while pouring coffee at the local shop? Can we replace the warmth of our partner’s hug when we get home from a long day at work?

During these challenging times, I urge us to seek connection in any way possible, but mostly, through Facetimes and phone calls with our friends and family. Nothing replaces hearing “I love you” and seeing that smile on a loved one’s face. No amount of Instagram likes can amount to that. I challenge us to understand and embrace what connection truly is.

Namaste

You are not alone in your anxiety

You are not alone in your fear and

You are not alone in your pain or wondering.

You see, I, and many are with you

We feel it all. We feel it, we do.

But life is still beautiful

Beautiful as flowers, beautiful as you

If you only look for it.

We do, too. Find it in and around you.

It’s there.

Nevermore

Your hyper-star gaze
Visceral in my throat punch

Smile cocked like a gun
Checking my tires
Popped them like a mail gun

Tell me wicked little secrets
Titillate me with your devilish desires
Wake me stupid with your dirty charms
Til I sleep in nevermore

Choke me lurid with your tailspin

Wake me stupid from a daydream

Take me weakly with your left hand

Lullaby me nevermore

Lentils

“No reason to lie when you can shock them with the truth. It’s more interesting anyway,” you said.

Lentils, cooked or not, are still lentils. They just smell different. I squeezed them tightly in palm of my hand.

“Anthony, why’d you give me cooked lentils? That’s so weird. Why are you so weird?” He always loved lentils. The red kind, not the green.

“Anthony. Darling. Let’s walk up this hill and catch the last sunset together. It’ll be worth it. I’ll buy you a home by the sea, just like you wanted.”

You asked me why.

“Because that’s what people do when they love each other, Anthony. That’s what we do.”

For the unforgettable – Ecuadorian flute bearing – MJ.

-mh-

A Million Dreams

I close my eyes and I can see
The world that’s waiting up for me
That I call my own
Through the dark, through the door
Through where no one’s been before
But it feels like home
They can say it all sounds crazy
They can say I’ve lost my mind
I don’t care, so call me crazy

We can live in a world that we design
‘Cause every night I lie in bed
The brightest colors fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it’s gonna take
A million dreams for the world we’re gonna make

There’s a house we can build
Every room inside is filled
With things from far away
The special things I compile
Each one there to make you smile
On a rainy day

However big, however small
Let me be part of it all
Share your dreams with me

A million dreams are keeping me awake
A million dreams
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it’s gonna take
A million dreams for the world we’re gonna make