Snippets By Jonathan Berman

September 24, 2014

[5:21a]

Kindness in discourse are the flowers of the virtual garden ;)

September 23, 2014

[9:38a]

There is only one holy land, and it is the compassionate heart.

September 22, 2014

[2:58a]

A little poem I wrote this morning, my life has been through a major upheaval recently, lost my high paying job, got a lot of debt, focusing more on my music and art and family and friends, things happen for the best... I hope you are all well, and loved and inspired to do what you love.

Life is a plant that grows flowers, which blossoms only when ready to, and even if the flower dies and they always do, it simply means its fragrance wasn't meant for you. But don't worry, another one is sure to sprout soon.

September 18, 2014

[11:20a]

The more you remove of the things you don't use, grateful with the road that you choose, brighter the glory that writes it's own story, and sings of the life you were born to.

September 16, 2014

[1:38a]

There are love confetti beings in the aethyer...
When you look up from within your mind, at the infinite darkness beyond...
Just imagine there are tiny neon love confetti beings dancing, swirling above you...
singing their tiny love confetti being songs...

~*~

Our heart is a perfect Rubik's Cube
Each difficulty turns it, mixing it up
And sometimes when we experience so much loss all at once, we get so mixed up that it becomes seemingly almost impossible to solve...
But, if you just let go, and embrace the emotions...
The cube slowly solves itself... each breath begins a turn back to starting position
So just breathe... and let the Rubik's Cube of your heart,
Solve itself.

[2:51a]

Words are the long shadows of feeling.

September 14, 2014

[7:43a]

The morning rays warm the dreamer,
A slender thread of light.
Surrounded by effortless distraction,
That resembles endless night.

Feelings come with two voices,
The sword and the pen.
How we respond reflects our choices,
What we glean from them.

If we become still,
We discover what set us to run.
If we seek our hearts by fire,
We inevitably find the sun.

September 7, 2014

[12:34a]

One of these days, you and I will get drawn into the black
but unlike on other times, we will not be able to find a light switch
to come back...

[4:39a]

A wee little poem I dedicate to all of you tonight...

In the tumult of the stormy sea, the earth eye of the cosmic heart breathes harmony.

In a sea of fears, where words cannot be found, only songs set sail, a river of melodic tears abound.

In this open water with longing look to love, though limitless, life is so short, and no one knows how much time is given us.

September 1, 2014

[12:41p]

A little stream of consciousness poem...

As old as the moon, drinking soda with a spoon
Like a kid in a candy store that's how I look at life
Kissing all the girls, you wanna be my wife?
For life? Or maybe just right now, like a 5 minute miracle
We'll wrap ourselves in sunshine rolling like dewdrops in the grass
Love like ours it's better than cash.
You've got wings, eyelashes growing over starlit eyes
And I've got a heartbreak born fire that never dies
Together we're unstoppable, ya together we're insane
Crazy love doesn't need to answer why
Ours is but to leap and fly
Into the ever loving endless sky.

[2:11a]

The Heart Is A Pen

The heart is a pen that writes with blood,
fitting wings to one another with the paint of love.

Do I soar through the sky on the chances you give?
Or fashion them myself from the life I live?

Dreams upon waking show bright or faint
But in silence they are vibrant, and dripping with paint.

Soft is the truth like a grey outline
That hides beneath the layers like words unspoken

Soft are your eyes, like a dove divine
That hides behind the woman in a prayer unbroken

The heart is a pen that writes with blood,
Destroying questions with every breath

Until time unfurls its wings now golden,
And passes the quill to somebody else.