The power of thought and fruit

"What you resist persists," stop and just let that sink in. Carl Jung was either being brilliant or rediculous when he said this. 

Our thought have power. Wait! Our thoughts have power? How? No, this must be bullshit. 

I call malarkey.  

If I think of a banana right now, a banana won't materialize out of thin air and neither will money, love, or x,y,z. 

However....

If I think of a banana for 5 minutes a day for a week, what do you think my chances of going to a grocery store and NOT buying bananas are? 

Seriously, obsessing over the negatives in your life is like trying not to buy bananas. If this blog is resonating with you at all or if you are hungry, right now, I bet that you are thinking about bananas.  

Go ahead, try not to think about a bright yellow banana, sweet and tender. 

I dare you!!!!

Double dog dare you!!!!

Negative thoughts are like not thinking about bananas. Once you get them stuck in your head they pop up whenever they want to. In a meeting - banana! In the shower - banana! Driving home from work - banana! 

These negative thoughts are just thoughts, though. Just like thinking about bananas isn't the same as holding a ripe banana in your hand, but I bet that thinking leads to doing. In this case you are probably going to be buying or eating a banana really soon. 

Thinking leads to actions. It's the same with any thought. 

Positive thoughts lead to positive actions. 

Negative thought lead to negative actions. 

What makes this concept so hard to grasp? "What you resist persists!" Resisting something takes a lot of thought and effort. Try not to think about a banana! 

Damn it!

I'm trying to keep you from thinking, buying and eating bananas here. I am failing. 

Resisting something takes energy. Energy is a constant it is neither created nor destroyed. Resisting something takes energy from you and puts it out into the universe. This energy will bounce back at you, at some point.  

Who did I lose? This isn't easy: this isn't hard. Try not to think about a banana, but do so because you want an orange. 

Ah!

Resisting needs to be countered. To stop the negative thoughts, replace them with what you want/need. Think of oranges, the sweet and almost sticky smell. Think of the smooth but ruff skin that is thick and protective. Think of the juicy, tangy, sugary flesh that explodes when you bite into it. 

What is a banana again? 

By replacing negative thoughts with positive thoughts, you can open the world for yourself. 

Your thoughts lead your actions. Remember this and go get some fruit. 

A lost feeling

Eyes closed, just for a moment

it feels like slipping into the past

time-traveling in my living room

Advert my eyes from what is

and float back into that feeling

where optimism & hope live

The silence is beautiful, I miss it

every time I find it & I remember

the feeling of being alone & happy

Submerged in a pool of reminiscing

thoughts tend bubble to the surface 

memories of self bursting in the air

"Tapping on the keyboard"

Inspiration lagging
  tap, tap, tap
Formation of words
Dancing in my head
  tap, tap, tap
Swashing ideas
  tap, tap
Mindfully ignoring
My greatest thoughts
  tap, tap, tap, tap
Stories are fleeting
Characters running
Fragments of my imagination
  tap, tap, tap
Is this really the end?

a sestina: "Understanding love"

How do I know that I love you?
It is unbearable for me to look inside.
But, I have this feeling that bubbles up,
Whenever you are near.
This is hard for me to explain or even understand,
With as much as I don't know, I'm certain that this is love.

Every part of my being screams of my love,
And the name of my love belongs to you.
Still, my actions can be cold, cruel and not easy to understand.
I may pride myself in expression, but this I keep locked inside.
The explanation of this enigma finds itself near,
Yet my tongue gets tired and I give up.

The confusion sets in, as feelings and actions get mixed up.
You have every right to question my love.
I fight myself, me feelings, my actions and whenever you are near
I make an effort to fight with you.
Everything gets so distorted and disfigured inside.
We suffer from the reaction of my mind's rejection of what it cannot understand.

I fight with myself, with you, with my feelings just trying to understand.
So often I get tired of trying and just want to give up,
And yet, I don't because I feel love for you inside.
I remember the moment I realized that you are the one that I love.
We took some time to figure out the world and I lost you.
It was so very clique; you left when I wanted you to be near.

How could I have known, that the whole time you wanted to hold me near?
I drew away even more because I just couldn't understand
That you needed me and I needed you.
We were damaged, broken and fed up,
As it had happened in the past, we were, again, failing in love.
Pushing on with guarded hearts, we struggled inside.

I fight with you when I am actually fighting a war inside
And all I can hope for is that the end of the was is near.
Its time for me to look to myself and learn to love.
I'm starting to get it, to understand,
When I push and hide, when I give up,
It is me that need love, because it has always been easy to love you.

I think that the love I wanted to hide inside
Was always waiting for you to be near.
Its time for me to understand that loving you means never giving up.


A sestina is a complex French verse that contains a specific pattern of word repetition. For more info on sestinas: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/glossary-term.html?term=Sestina

"Memories 2.0"

there is a pulse
a beat
in my memories
images flash in my mind
smells and feelings rise up
into the mix
another flash
a face
a place
an object

frozen in time
i can almost touch it
taste it
hear it
the fog of forgetfulness
starts to seep
away my memories
faded like old pictures
but i will hold on

"Memories"

If I just close my eyes I can go anywhere
  drifting back to when things where so much easier
simply living and not worrying about how to think
there is a certain pulse, a beat that comes though with these memories
  smells and feeling that drift up to the surface
its hard to be there in my mind because I start to think
if I can push the thoughts down and just live again in the memory
  I can be there
   anywhere I want to be
immersed in being what I was
  innocent, happy, free and hopeful
memories are tricky
  when happy moments suddenly make you sad
they are only memories
how life was at one time
how I was at one time
  I must hold on to the feelings that flood in with these freshly squeezed memories
when I was innocent, happy, free and hopeful
I can see myself, as if watching a home movie
  but mostly I see things just the way they were
untouched by time, by progress
   if I dive deep into my memories, I can feel the fabric of my life
I can feel my surrounding, smell the air, hear the sounds, see the history
I can be in that moment once again
   when I really push myself, I can get lost in my memories
I can get lost and really feel things again
  really experience things again, the way that I want to remember them
  memories: flexible, pliable, and willing to be molded
taking me anywhere

"Thinking"

I think in a straight line and that worries me because you cannot love that way if you look close enough you will see that love has more than straight lines it worries me that i will not be able to love well when i think straight that might be a bigger problem if i was busy thinking i'm not so i guess that everything will be okay

"The machine"

The clicks fade into a whirling hum
Buzzing like a dance
Work for me; think for me; be for me
This machine is my connection, my lifeline
Feed me into the spaces between the wires
I am there inside the Net;
  however, I am not afraid
Humanity removed, I become code
  spaces between spaces
My heart beat fades into a whirling hum
I am another internet drone

"One"

Alone, I am
Silence bares down upon me
Beautiful sounds of my own breath
When not thinking
I am at peace
Just me, with me, only me
I am happy alone

"Chaos"

chaos is apparent disorder is it apparent that life follows this logic how far do we have to go before we lose sight of where we started it is simple to say that you do not understand and just go on your way but to stop and think to break something apart and really think breaking something down does not mean that you have to break it or tear it apart just stop a think thank chaos for being the catalysis for life the beginning of life when we are all too young to understand the gift that we are given and we tear it apart just stop and think we live and we die but we do not get to go back life gets disorganized it gets messy we get messy we can learn and grow and embrace the chaos in our lives if we stop and think chaos is apparent disorder but when we stop and think we discover that chaos is simply the beginning

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos

"Blank text"

I lost myself here

within the spaces 

between the letters

no, between the words

or maybe its the phrases

something here

caught me

off-guard

I am stuck here

within the spaces

between the thoughts

the letters are my life

my life is here

in the letters

spelling it out

defining who I am

playing with who I am not

I am the words

this word is lost

I am lost

"Sweet Nothings"

I whispered something in my lover's ear;
something about our life together:
the good times we will share and the
burdens we no longer need to bare on our own.

I spoke of the love that we share;
it is new and unexplored:
everyday bringing us a new adventure,
and creating our history as we go along.

We sat together in perfect silence;
thinking about this wonderful gift
we have given to each other.
Sweet love and a lifetime of happiness.

"Words"

trapped
  scared
fighting
  weak
lost
  cold
shaking
  dark
alone
  below
confused
  self
young
  crushed
frightened
  crying
down
  done

"Dizzy"

sparks of reality
  float around my head
I try to catch on
       to a
   coherent thought
                    but I blink and it is gone
                                                  lost in a sea of angry foam
an unreal storm
    plays out within the spinning vortex
                        that once was my brain
ideas turn into questions
  focus slips away
                                through my fingertips
      I close my eyes in an attempt to find myself once again