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Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Just "Miya"
I'm different... But isn't everyone different? It suppose to be that way... But the more I meet people the more it seem most are the same... Or maybe programmed to be the same...I usally get inspired by other people's stories and emotions but lately I have been getting more inspiration from animals and nature....is this just another stage in how "Miya" will evolve? How will this change my art? And why am I moving around from humans and feeling closer to nature? I feel Nature is God's voice...it's not a spoken language.. It's not written down in any so-called "Holy" book.... It's crystal clear now.. From the birds, to the insects, to lions & apes...I guess that's my religion....an anti-religion... Anti-man... And Pro Nature which is GOD....why even go back to the material world of weaves, fancy cars, clubs, hoes, niggaz, money, and vanity? Maybe because my love ones are over there in that world... And other human voices are needed to stay grounded in the real world...I guess I can't stay in dreamland everyday... But that other world is REAL more than a dream but a reality we can really go to escape from "humans" and their ways....I'm finding balance.. I'm finding my "peace" I'm evolving into something new....new wings ready to fly away like a bird....going closer to the light like a moth... Evolve.. Grow... Fly
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This one is very.. ..transcendentalist of you. :-) Which isn't bad thing. Many believe that Nature is GOD, in the purest form. Nature can't be manipulated or decieved. The skies are grey and storms ground you, make you sit and be patient .. Butterflies mature quickly giving beauty to the world and leaving suddenly, even the most beautiful things are never permanent. Finding peace and truth in nature is finding GOD here on Earth.
You know what's funny? Just the other day I was talking to a homeless man that is homeless by choice. He sleeps where he ends up that night and he feels so free. He has the things that he needs to survive and even has a bank account. He just CHOOSES to live on the streets. While I cant imagine not having some constant place to lay my head down...I kind of wanted what he had. He was so...Free is the only word I can think of. I wanted it, but having it means letting go of the things I was taught are right and necessary. Maybe I'll get there one day. For now...I'll just remember him...Seems like pretty soon, I'm gonna be remembering you as well. :o) Love this entry.
Oops...I meant to leave my name. It's Joselyn or @SLOWLYbtngU
I wrote a long ass comment that would have made no sense to anyone reading this. I'll just say, there are far more people with your kind of thinking Miya than you realize :)
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