In such a visually stimulated and learned society, our eyes are our main mode of derived pain, pleasure, information and misinformation. As organs, they are able to handle 10,000,000 bits of information efficiency aside, that feeling stressed from just looking at things, peoples, places, events is not even a joke in the slightest. As a provoking and at times provocative search engine, it’s interesting to delve into the concept that vision finds concepts.
Perhaps for the sake of this world’s mental health, I would like to propose a way to break free of the cat and mouse mess of a chase when it comes to the expectations that our sight informs our ego and vice versa. on the count of three feel free to show me your proposition too.
*apparently the information transmission rates of your eyes, see: https://www.britannica.com/topic/information-theory/Physiology
**more things for your brain to read about itself: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2542583/Scientists-record-fastest-time-human-image-takes-just-13-milliseconds.html
What It Needs
The more open you are, the more you will be able to receive blessings down to the millisecond and atomic level of your being. These words present themselves as just that. But it’s my only promise to you, I can make in confidence at present.
Still is a skill set is the realest thing I read in a quick minute. And as the words settled into the ether floating in my silly silly vessel for a living - it all really went still. The world and all in and of itself. So it could move again. Free from the mental marathons you run against a romanticised other but has only ever lived in and through you.
The act of returning to your body. Knowing that it is a safe space to be in and occupy. The relief of knowing that you can go home. And what time to best do so. It doesn’t have any doors to unlock or a bed to make or a car to move before street sweeping.
****“Walking in la”, A feeding without a public viewing by Sophie Weil. literally read this aloud to yourself in a car While Waiting on someone and hear yourself cry. found my free copy at 356 mission.
I enjoyed the good talk, the night out, the night in, the days on end spent discovering what the world could only hide in plain sight. I did. I really did. But perhaps I am still always just as excited to watch it all come to a natural resolution on again, only my own perception of time. That I can always go home. with the greatest ease and as I so damn well please.
Unsad with the things i left unsaid
when we leave our bodies on the 405
coming through for the party
the drugs (or lack of) could potentially
lead us astral
returning to the womb
to the body that made
leaving that darkness just
to see it again in broad daylight
the light that strikes me so plain
that only makes you squint
i wish you could see the way it moves
seeing light on your skin
was when you saw light
for the first time
Written by Hop Nguyen, @imybye
you are my personalized exercise on love. to love harder, better, faster stronger. i learn everyday through the opportunities you present for me to love myself and or others. each perceived difficulty is just that much more room to grow. how do I properly thank you for the lessons and blessings that look so different each time but only lead me back to the molecular level of my loving being?
warmly + in such gratitude,
Valentines Day, Black History Month, Lunar New Year, 27-28 days of birthdays depending on which february greets us. This month’s energy is nearly always so refreshing and interesting to experience. This particular year’s anyways, that’s for sure.
For us to still entertain the idea of coincidence is so outdated and anti-reality. To think synchronicity is outside of our own doing - that we do not create our needs, energy, and presence and see to how the world responds to all that we are is indicative of not understanding our own power.
*i cannot make up
when we are realer
imagined for ourselves
*except from “How to approach flowers” from my upcoming zine people of my heart.
2018, or year two **(add up 2018 until you arrive at a single digit) in conjunction to february or month 2 of 12 is so symbolic of the energy this entire year sets out to inspire in us. In 2s we learn how to better hold space for others. We do this by ushering in and celebrating the newness that is the Lunar New Year. Speaking of which, is year of the dog - still returning to the motif of you and your best friend, lovers, community. Dog energy brings out the best in people in a proactive and pure way. It represents companionship, loyalty, and teamwork. Reflecting on the old derives from it being Black History Month. Historic, systematic and intergenerational wrongs, trauma, and injustices meeting the light of new revelations, energy, and attitudes towards learning about our past and how we need to move forward in love and action. Both awarenesses and timelines are necessary for us to be of service in our immediate lives and communal endeavors. Our love as activism, love as self, and love as everyone else.
RENEWABLE ENERGY | SYNERGY | NEW ENERGY
**numerology my dudes. lots of forecasts of 2018 on you guessed it: google. read it all and ¿weep? if that’s where you’re at.
Living in synergy with nature and our constitution is necessary to help the evolution of Right Now
(for a deeper energetic reading and take-away from this month, feel free to visit my instagram ***@imybye for 7 brief predictions that are so mood.)
I, myself have learned so much from the previous two months on love and how that translates to ***holding space that I genuinely wake up each day motivated to continue applying what my heart already knows and what my mind is still trying to learn. Thank you all for february. See you all in march.
****upcoming group zine on this topic. contact me if you wish to contribute or just want to share a conversation on its political, social, economic, personal, emotional, physical, mental, and crazy intersectional implications.
Written by Hop Nguyen, @imybye
our bodies unclothed
is a revolution.
my body melts into yours
we’re a swirl of chocolate and caramel sweet silky skin
cleansed by the soft stroke of my tongue
plumped lips placed perfectly on mine an exchange of words whispered
gentle hands mapping our bodies caressing.
the purest form of survival is collapsing in your arms
transcending this physical world into the divinity
two boiis of color,
two queer boiis of color naked
woven together is a revolution.
Written by Benjamin Lomeli Jr., @rawrbenjixd