From the Mind Pocket

Awareness is the key to using your mind pockets. Thinking is the code to tap into the lockets. Logic is the door to open when traveling into your mind's pocket. I use tumblr for words and maybe some photos. I like rhyme and I like science. In this blog I take a table spoon of my mind and say "Here, try this."

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"Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters cannot be trusted with important matters.” Albert Einstein Only you know your truths, how you carry them, live them, and express them is up to you. #truth #yoga #hollowback #pinchamayurasana #ugyoga #undergroundyoga #instayoga #health #fitness #intention

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Day 2 ..I always appreciate taking a new class and expanding how I teach and practice, this morning's class was refreshing because of the amazing deep stretch class I took last night #mermaidsdontfeardepths (at Underground Yoga)

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Office Poetry

Thoughts from every angle

Time left to dangle

in my closet on a hanger

wear, wash, repeat

a tick tock beat.

Sanity knocks

holding hands with the clock

aging like rocks

as we sit in our box.

Distance, time, and motion

energy, mass, explosion;

Inertia of the mind

faster than light

the body sits tight

the clock takes another bite.

Day becomes night

consciousness takes flight.

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We are all human. Peace Love Respect Unity.

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Maybe timing wasn't so bad afterall Golden hour in the grapevine Too beautiful not to stop Traveling solo = I do what I want

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6 hours at the DMV 2 hours traffic Flatbread humus break in Valencia Mission impossible or some shit

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2009 repost: I am either completely insane or brilliant

APRIL 2009

On Off

One consciousness

Fusion from conscious to unconscious

Light to matter

Fusing through water

Light = consciousness

Matter = body

No time

Only on/off

All or none

The physical world is an after image of consciousness in off mode

Light breaking up matter=sound

Thought=sound

An afterimage/reflection/echo

We’ve only studied half

And it’s backwards

On expands/explodes

Off retracts/implodes

We see expansion and no implosion, because we are off

Night is the storage and presentation of off

Day is the storage and presentation of on

Water presents weather

Winter represents off

Summer represents on

Matter presents the body

Sleep is off Wake is on

Life and death is the macro scale of mineral fusion

Breath is the micro scale 

Stars are a continuation of consciousness throughout time space

Matter is perceived as solid

So is the human body

Consciousness is perceived as light

Insight is on

Thinking is off

Meditation is on

Behavior is off

Sound travels at the same rate is water because its carried through it

All is now

On and off

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Back up and Forward

The book has closed, and a new one has begun.

It's a series unfolding before my eyes

here

under the sun.

Moving forward.  The time is now.

Reroute.  Rewire.  Reconfigure.  

Enhance my network.

Update my operating system.

Revisit the recent past that ended with a metaphorical collapse.

Rehash unresolved emotions and memories

Breathe and stretch to move all stagnant energy.

Take on the flow, let the mind slow.

An over active left brain with enough thought chatter to make me go insane.

Accept the present state

And all aspects that brought me to this place.

Categorize each attribute

from the trace of only my eyes.

Do not try to perceive what others might see.

Do not compromise self worth with words.

Leave it to the silence

To the infinite seas behind my eye lids

To the universe in which my soul lives.

The blue skies and every tree encompasses me and there is nothing better than to be.

I've returned to me.

No man.

No job.

Just school and a million open ended possibilities.

Letting my truths lead me to opportunities.

The skills that I've built shelter probability 

for this new book in the series of me.

I am scared

But more prepared than the last rendition of my life's transition.

I am sad, but I am solid.

I am blind to the future, but I am whole.

Click. Refresh.

Feet on the ground.

Inhale every sound.

Back to the world.

Face forward to me.

I go deeper than what the eyes can see.

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everywhere and nowhere 3/7/12

I don't feel like rhyming

I don't even feel like writing

It's really no different than hiding

underneath all these thoughts I am thinking. 

I want to be outside 

I want to live 

during all this time that I am required to give

But to shed a little light

Atleast I have a home to call my own at night

I guess everything's alright.

Survival of the most malleable

Suck it up and be adaptable.

Business is just so practical

and I am just so matter of factual.

Fuck it all. 

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In the darkest light, I will still see.

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MeMeMeMeMeee 2/9/12

Ahem..

Coming to terms

Summing up the burns

Threading through the shambles of all that had unravelled

Weaving my head dress

Changing my address

Unveiling a vampress

Walking straight to business

An Intelligent temptress

Expressing good

Making sure it's understood.

Viable.

Bringing intellect to the street and hood to the hills

I make bullshit distill.

I'll take your methods and instill.

I am a woman

Here me moan.

I own up

Dress up

Drink up

Read up

Hold it down

Get down.

Don't let me down

I'll be done and out.

I know my mood

Please excuse me if I'm rude

Sometimes I'm all hyped up on attitude.

I'm not a prude

I'm not a slut

I think of men like food:

I like to taste it before I exclude it from my specific and selective diet.

If I know it's bad for my health, I won't even try it.

I am a tender, loving soul who's been fucked with.

Think twice before you touch this.

Think again before you take advantage of my worth because I give my all but will vanish right as you count the last dime of my dynamic mind, small frame, sweet face, and divine behind

You will have become blind in sight searching to find me

I'll probably be more interested in staring at the sea

Or even a god Damned tree

Because your advantage was me

Not of me

And I'm disadvantaged with A.D.D.

But that's what works for me.

All done up, bring it at me.

There's nothing I can't be.

In the darkest light, I will still see.

My energy just gleams.

Even if it is all just a dream. 

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Spiritual advancement is not to be measured by one's display of outward powers, but solely by the depth of his bliss in meditation.

--Yogananda 

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fitvillains:

Today’s Mantra….

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Grown up and alone

There's something to be said about being alone-

For example, I never worry about a guy getting mad about texts he found in my phone or find myself wondering what he is doing when I know he isn't at home.  I don't have someone paying attention to every way that I change, altering the rate that I may have grown.  There is no microscope enlarging my behavior so that it may be blown out of proportion in an exhausting conversation consisting of harsh tones to ensure that the pain we feel is known.  Time is only mine.  I'll make my dinner, read anything I want, drink what I want despite who likes it or not, wash my dishes, ponder every single one of my wishes, move at my own pace, and give two shits about having acne on my face.  I'll go to sleep by myself, assess my personal health, listen to the music I decide, apply essential oils, stretch out my stress while breathing away all of my mind's thinking, and wake up to start the day before anyone has the chance to sway me into any additional dismay.  There's no one to let me down, my expectations are only of myself; there's no one to get me down, my priorities are to maintain my health.  If I'm mad, it's my own problem; there's no one to project my mood onto, no one to place instant blame on, and no one's name circling in my brain analyzing every word he might say.  

But then again, there's something to be said about being alone: my progress is never known to another, there is no one looking forward to my arrival and departure, and no one to revive me when the last thing I care about is survival.  The only depth to my accomplishments is within myself, the words I speak are intimately weak, and my relationships with men lack meaning.  I am constantly screening for potential candidates, losing hope with every dinner date, fearing that my fate is to live a lifetime with no one by my side.  It's not that I truly want a relationship, but it's in my biological design to seek a mate while I am chronologically inclined to do so.  Butterflies subside after a few days, I settle in my patterns and waves, and forget how to put proper effort into caring for another- and there's always the other 2 or 3 i've kept in my peripheral as long as it's convenient for me.  Prince charming is a myth that is probably harming more females than if adults were actually alarming young girls that most men actually only care about one thing, and that this world severely lacks any real purity.  

I think I'm finally full grown, it couldn't have happened if I wasn't alone.        

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Day Tripping

Me, Aliens, Butterflies, And Hippies Who Let Time Go Awry 

2012? Armageddon? The Rapture to take you away to heaven? 

A minuscule star, the smallest grain of sand, a butterfly lands right on your hand.

A moment, A breath, A blink- time to think of every possibility that has been jotted down in ink.

Freeze.  Or move.

How much time will you drink counting the stars, pondering the infinite in a dream that is evolutionarily unfit?

Not enough to deplete the seas, but enough to drown you down to your knees in a swamp of open ended probabilities.

The same butterfly flew by, but how many butterflies in between, from your hand into your dream and out into the seas while you found yourself on your knees?  There is one answer but it is unknown, this time don't let all that time go.  

Don't freeze. Move.  But here you are, doing the mind's dance as you let time pass.

Blink.