be peace - Los Angeles words

Reviving public writing

Amy Smith — Thu, 06 Nov 2025 01:54:44 +0000

Notebooks, journals, pages filled with sentences.
Brain thoughts, inner feeling vibrations. Scribbled out in lines, to remember the occasions. The ones which pass too quickly, the ones that need to be documented for future memories.

Are all humans feeling the squeeze? The mental grips which seek to release? The freedom that comes after we’re done with free dumb?

There has been much to capture these last few years. Covid really kicked us off onto another path, but we just picked back up where we left off in Feb 2019. No thing changed, streets filled with cars again, distribution chains back with higher dollar signs. Maybe we didn’t learn any thing?

Will we all ways remain, chiseled into seem to be, unmovable forms? Ones which erode away with the trends and the change of age? Maybe humans will never see the beauty that is life. The rotation of Earth, the balance of the sun and full moon. The vast dome of the night sky, Orion aiming across vast distances, but we’re these tiny grains of sand, pulled to the surface that we label Earth. Disconnected from all that is only inwardly felt, not seen.

Have the airwaves, invisible and inner-visible all been jammed with non sense, so much so that we’re truly trapped. Statues, moved about by supply chains, metal tracks we all tend to and abide by. Our survival, dependent on these loud, clanking machines of “progress.”

Yet, our health is not improving in pace with the increase of “wealth.” Our lifestyles are not increasing peace in pace with the optimizing we’re doing with AI and technology.

It’s just the beginning. Who is still winning?

I can’t speak for other generations, but for mine…we’re too old to remain numb and silent. We’re at the intersection of children playing together outside to children gathering around a television set inside.

Yet, we’re still gazing at these stone pillars of institutions, from entertainment, to politics. We’re dependent on others for our survival. From those chains wrapped around water, food, and shelter…to those veiled curtains which hide our collective funds called taxes.

Are any of the generations truly happy with how these rules are written? Since when did our time become a dollar sign, the present moment no longer has any value as we’re aiming for future goals. Future careers, future titles, future homes, future vacations, future…future…future.

All of that thinking of what the future present shall bring, we’ve left the responsibility of “democracy” to the pant suits playing a game we all know. A game we ignore the rules to, complain when elections are up, and then mock the “government” for the way local to federal are playing the game.

We’re doing nothing to solve solutions, we could collective come together…start new schools, develop community cleaning groups, fill in pot holes together, design local art for the neighborhoods.

But we wait…angrily and with frustration, as we point fingers at the ones we allow to remain “in charge of our giant funds of capital we all put into.

Imagine the time, capital and energy that could be put towards community solutions if we weren’t continuously giving up energy nationwide for politicians who are so often disconnected from the struggles and the luxuries of being a human in society.

We know the game is bought out, we know politicians are bought out. We know the game is set for a particular destination…one that rarely ever speaks for all humans.

Globally…we are the movers of these supply chains. We are the craftsmen and tradesmen repairing the crumbling infrastructures of society. We are the educators, the engineers, the gardeners, the farmers, the architects.

We are the ones we’re waiting for. We have long been contemplating cutting the puppet strings, but we can’t cut those dangling our politicians around if we haven’t cut our own.

From democracy to capitalism, these were only men’s observations. Recommendations, solutions for particular times.

It’s time we write new words, new deeds, new passions, new activities. As we step into more and more digitally connected worlds, we have a unique opportunity to connect with one another and nature too.

Coalition over competition. All ways.

As nature continues be-ing. We humans must learn how to be. As a species, utilizing nature for all that keeps us alive, we must learn to feel her presence.

Will that be the way? A way to unite us all, across the globe? A unified species, self organizing as a collective, for wholesome survival? Utilizing our forms, minds, and spirits to comprehend the present that is reality.

I can only have faith, we will all get there someday. It’s up to us to shape the culture and the economics of our systems. Then we will truly understand the very specific needs for our systems of governance.

Let’s get beyond blaming politicians and policy. Let’s get to work on solutions which build a society that can live truly beyond "happy.

one. be-ing.

Amy Smith — Sun, 25 May 2025 07:43:38 +0000

ancestor energy.

Nature, Cosmos, Mother Earth, Universe…no word combination can push us human beings onwards towards allowing the Self a moment for experiencing breathing with the waves of all times.

Humans be-ing.
We only need to learn…how to be.

Had we popularized the culture of inner peace, beyond brand names and wellness plans style of living, would each I idolize a global society where value…is placed only upon humanity’s and nature’s peace?

Is that what it would take to enable all humans a feel for the lessons that are rippling all ways?

The movements of our planet through the vast Cosmos, the ginormous connected body of ocean water surrounding our globe, the light traveling from all parts of space…the sun rays enabling life…so many layers of lessons…but most are not visible to our given five senses. We must cultivate mind space for these in-visible lessons.

Can each one on the planet…learn how to be?

As past generations have lived…we still have a false image of peace, bound to the suffering and bondage, how can we rise above the vocabulary, and adopt styles of life that are designed based on peace?

We are all one, another tag line/hashtag, no real momentum behind it, numbers in the streets with corporate bought signage materials and single use plastic bottles…that move is not what is meant. That won’t cut it.

Divided amongst social issues, pulling on a tangled ball of yarn, that is an image of the majority of humans’ way of be-ing. While the minority amongst humans, those who have secluded themselves from the manipulated roles of society, are yes, alive as are all humans…but they are intentionally seeking the source of peace while walking daily on a path of peace…with the planet and Self.

Our lifestyles, our laws, our movements…

…hues of man made thinking.

Competitive humans, why not a coalition of humans?

With nature, it doesn’t compete, it transforms all into life force. All around us on land, sea, and outer space…no thing natural, leaves waste. Developed through designs of efficiency, from the tiniest seeds which bear fruit or blossoms flowers, to the evolution of rock forms…our forms as humans, are also designed with precision and potential, but are we listening to hear our own potentials?

Processes which occur naturally, moment to moment within our body machine, this physical tool allowing us to experience the physical world. Unlike the trees, our brain wires aren’t self organized like the tiny, fuzzy, fungal networks of forests linking trees.

We’re organized, but amongst titles, definitions, man made classes, and illusions of borders drawn across all lands. Bound by supply chains, border chains, and entertainment chains.

earth: our collective home.

While efficiently designed, we won’t live forever in this form, and we haven’t evolved enough to even acknowledge the wonder that allows us to breathe, think, dance and play…how will be remembered…our mountains of trash left as the future’s artifacts?

For now those how to wonders are left to the expensive academic styles, but each of us…can reach the lessons of this planet and the vast “space” of the Cosmos.

Here on Earth, we have those stars shining downwards towards each of our eyes…(I, I, I, I), but ponder for a moment the precision of those tiny lights moving from light years away, reflected off of the surface of giant masses floating in out of our space, leading directly to our eye-mind-heart physical body abilities.

Allow yourself to be a witness to the reflections off of the ocean surface during a full moon, the sun’s rays at nighttime…reaching out to us always it does.

Life is not something we research, life is the be-ing, an experience. A style of life. One with available joy, peace, beauty, love, models for all humans that seek to grow. Nature, provides materials for shelter, clothing, food, water, transportation, computers, cameras…object we place value on…but can we comprehend value across society if we don’t value our collective home…or the Cosmos above which gives grounds for our life giving rotation and placement?

There is readily available Earth space, though we’ve trapped our selves in the costumes of those trending hashtags, thinking we must either fight for or buy four in order to say we’re living.

All of these are cultures of humans be-ing, all without us looking above, infront of, or even within the head.

Water is be-ing, the forest…be-ing.

All sections of outer space…be-ing.

The plants.
The animals.
The rivers, streams and creeks.
The planet.
The planets.
The galaxies.

All…ways of be-ing.

Each of those have lived generations of life, be-ing.

How do we humans evolve in order to learn our natural state of be-ing?

Be-ing each day, each moment…with styles of living that match these golden vibrations and waves of inner peace.

We dream and cry for those fairy tale romance and bonding movies.

We also dream and cry due to the poverty, sickness, dis-ease, and division written in our human movie…where we are the writers, directors, designers, and actors.

But instead of us crafting humanity’s living on this planet, as a vibrant and thriving relationship with our Earth Mother, like those Hollywood movies love tales we pursue…we’re busy chipping away potentials, eliminating resources, praising inefficiencies.

Old game boards, and we’re not even aware that that is what we are mentally playing upon…old game boards. Whether man made or nature made.

Living, be-ing…

Being living…

hues of humans…can we be as the birds, bees and trees be?

Self organized in coalitions—coalitions with Self, with others, and with Nature?

The natural peace momentum, will begin building nature power, when each human i begins listening with their heart to the waves coming within, from all of the beyonds in the out.

Can we human beings…learn how to be humans be-ing?

Can you feel it?

growth sounds

Amy Smith — Sun, 18 May 2025 07:02:17 +0000

Lost vibrations on a land of vibrations.

Carried forward, towards oceans’ unlimited. There is no patch worked border drawn on the ocean floors or mountain grounds where we play. The land and the sky, all connected as one.

Can we humans self organize like the forests or oceans, acknowledging the Universe’s contributions and respecting the coalitions? Untied from our human bondage that has us bound by fancy shining purses and luxury branded clothings?

All we are now, a mass hive…living cycles of repetitive mental states.

How does each human become aware of needing to be inwardly aware playing human in this massive game built by institutional mazes?

While we humans may be predictable in thought, this is only due to our life-styles—life-styles which leave massive amounts of humanity living such limited potentials in life. Careers, titles, degrees, brand names and play things…are these truly the heart’s thoughts it seeks to entertain? Are we humans meant to be only materially entertained? Churches, temples, ancient texts…man always pushing man’s story further back. Our-story, what will we leave in history’s texts?

Can we say that anyone is truly acting upon their will inwardly and outwardly with intention everyday? Jobs and tasks that are needed to operate the current living situations, still have fellow humans being drug to work by the leash leader called bills. Their careers not filled with humanity’s dreams, simply survive by playing the game and relax later by buying new things.

Dreaming of inter planetary living situations, and missiles that aim with global precision, but we can’t imagine a fairy tale image of a globe of humans working in coalition? Unleashed and unchained, free to bring to life the ideas and inner sparks that give each of us life. Only then are we in a state of awareness, ready for lessons with an empty heart slate and a clean mental state. Our jumping point where life-styles are recycled, orchestrating a global team of humans building solutions for the World, the Universal World, not simply our hues of man material world. Imagine all of us playing the easy game for diamonds and pearls, though our styles of living could match that which we know our heart is beating on us to choose. Great innovations and tales come from those, rich or poor, who have lived out their heart’s purpose. Those who have shifted the gaze of humanity across history are those who have worked in coalition with their inner purpose, connectors to that same energy which gives the heart its physical beat. Humans utilizing their intuition tools to operate the physical form—the form that lives out the thought of action. Can’t we imagine our collective of global humans, all seeking to inwardly know our species…finally shaping our styles of living to ones that praise what is precious and acknowledges all ways magic?

We are one with all, where all growth occurs.

To sit amongst the wisdom of giant trees and flowing creeks, it becomes obvious how effortlessly nature’s plants and minerals all work together in fluid motion. A breeze passes through, rain, storms, cold and hot…but no mourning when the forest loses one of its trees. A new cycle begins, life giving passes from death to rebirth.

The fallen stones, once mountain sides and canyon walls, now slowly tumbling, smaller and smaller on it’s travels down the creeks and rivers. From the itty bitty colorful fungi colors popping out in the smallest sizes, to the canopies which protect the ground plants growing in all spaces, all of this magic is a part of our Earth’s living systems. Self organized, each species working in coalition with no waste. How is it we humans haven’t found our skills or tools that allow our species to grow like the forests?

Addition Redwood Imagery: Eyes

heart in the city

Amy Smith — Sat, 11 Jan 2025 06:19:05 +0000

We protect us….

Everywhere we see commUNITY unifying.

Support commUNITY, from the ground up. <3

LA Baby Cooperative - Donations/Support

Kofie LA Creator - Support needed

Rhythms of the Village - Altadena Family Business

Artist Resources - List of multiple sources

Altadena Dancers - Three families need support (Three links)

Help Families Rebuild - Altadena Families’ GoFundMe Google Sheet

Outward Bound Adventures - Students and families support

Miry’s List - Help cleaning up

Pure Beauty - 100% of profits towards community support

Marathon Burger - Free meals

Feed the Streets - BornXRaised supporting

Scope LA - Free masks and groceries (Saturday 1.11.25)

Underdog Bookstore - Community care distribution (Monrovia)

KIWA - Free masks + support + Korean language support

All Power Books - Community support (90016)

Entertainment Community Fund - Community information + Support

Palestinian Youth Movement - OC Donation Dropoffs + Support (1.11.25)

Hiromi Paper - Donation dropoff (Culver City)

Its Bigger Than Us - Donation dropoff (90008)

LA Community Fridges - Donation dropoffs (throughout the city)

Mutual Aid LA Network - Resource list

Mutual Aid LA Network - Volunteer as a community dropoff point

NDLON - Volunteer & Dropoff Point (1.11.25 Pasadena)

There will all ways be Hope.

Through the people, the fabric that is the City of LA is shown.

How often we allow the politics and corruption from capital to skew the image of what LA is.

To see the heART of the community coming together…we can all see…there is much more to LA than the sparkle and fame.

Connect. Support. We Are the Change We Are Waiting on.

<3 Solidarity with all of those on the ground supporting and peace and healing to all of those families, entrepreneurs and creators affected. We protect us.

A city of angels, truly.

hellos + goodbyes

Amy Smith — Wed, 01 Jan 2025 04:50:29 +0000

Oscar’s - 3.10.24
Free Palestine - No Awards for Genocide.

Eclipse from LA - 4.8.24

UCLA - 5.1.24
Free Free Palestine!

Goodbyes to Hollywood - 7.13.24

Goodbye to Fairfax - 7.16.24

Train Adventures to IN - 7.23.24

Indigenous Mounds Indiana - 8.4.24

Nature Adventures Indiana - 8.7.24

History Adventures Indiana - 8.8.24

Lake Adventures New Paris, OH - 8.11.24

Last Days of Indiana - 8.16.24

Goodbyes to the Midwest - 8.18.24

Chicago train to San Jose - 8.19.24

Back, Back to Cali Cali 8.21.24

Land of the Medicine Buddha - 8.29.24

Garden of Eden - Many Days

PCH Roadtrip - Hello LA / Goodbye again LA 12.26.24

No thing sums up the year like light in frames.

Unexpected adventures, polishing the heART golden.

So many more captures…

More on blogs, some on eyes.

four one

Amy Smith — Sat, 21 Dec 2024 23:42:04 +0000

From one city of angels to a land filled with nature’s light angles. Each moment captured as pens drafted the heart’s captures observing the moments unfolding. A year around the sun, with a mind filled with light and love, even as the World’s vibration is torn by war. A year of self reflection as I sought o deeper understand humanity. Did humanity learn to dwell within each moment, without allowing darkness to fill the spaces where each self breathes and all light plays?

Unexpected, dreamt about, though the answers seemed so complicated, it is always easy to dream, but fellow humans do we ever have an unbranded collective dream?

As I explored, I found the peace places amongst the chaos, under the haze of smog as I walked through cement mazes, nature always found a way to provide faith and peace a shelter. In the places where holes of darkness past humanities made, lingered in all directions, I mindfully crossed the paths of false stars, ones that folded. Could they have been crystals, surfaces to see through the images of our collective, an object to be gazed at and not idolized?

Our coping ways, ignoring the grim scenes of our makings. So many of us humans, if not a majority, all skipping through the scenes on fast forward, but we’re lost amongst the smoke screens, we’re not joyfully dancing as one. Seems we will never unravel the ball of yarn that made us this way, more and more reliant on machines that copy our human brains, producing quicker and quicker than the ancient times that built our collective Mother. Money driven and material living…will we as a whole ever be able to live another way? Across the nation, the landscapes time has made, we observe in awe, Her power the only vibration that in all ways stays, but so quick we are to mold and shape that priceless time that pasts beyond our lines of generations shaped. We remain blind to those timeless ways of nature’s present living, we’re dreaming of reigning Her power, but lost the instructions to our individual inner powers—those powers allowing us to connect with Her, to breathe, to move. Is it possible to release our bond from the hues of man left behind from past centuries? Are we all able to step from these concrete, faux shrines of greatness and develop our inner greatnesses? I’ve been off writing, seeking the how to our collectively utilizing Her power properly and efficiently, seems so easy, if our collective values were different.

Whether the weather of our moods change, or the days continue without light rays…we’re all breathing and dancing each day, no mind on where the tunes began to wave. Racing to work daze, reliant on outer cultures to show us the way, our society and its potential is the inspiration that pushes my heart to spider map new ways. A plan for placing stepping stones, new paths to evolve our human race beyond the humans’ race. From walking on those man made stars, to standing in awe observing the celestial’s reflection…this year has been a transformation.

Written with molded metals, on paper pulped from nature’s materials…the particles which we human constantly seek to dominate as we race, it’s been an observer year. A year of inner and outward deep personal changes and spiritual awakenings. As around us all, the thin sphere of joy that was there crumbled, yet we as a collective continued to play the man made games through which we see such a mockery of the people. Hope-full turned faith filled, and with that I continue the mission. Nature’s is on our side, connection to Her is our instruction manual to move forward. As a writer and a creator it’s never felt this heavy, our human living with nature conversation, and such a responsibility.

These city scenes, a decade plus, should I have forever remained, living as an observer to the seemingly complex top down systems that are actually quite simple compared to nature’s effortlessly flowing equations? The shades from the spotlights story telling leaves on humanity can be viewed through two different worlds, one doom and gloom and one inspired to bloom. Following the heart, I gave way for a new place to stay, enough of witnessing the reality of the grim city scenes humans are drawn to worldwide. I sought freedom, gave up the free dumb, took the path to continue observation of new ways of living. Is this the way? Escaping the place where my youth grew roots and the passion found its branches to sway? Sparkles of brightness, in-visible flashlights on the corners of my life’s play. The lessons, now packed in bound pages, the heART imprints left as footprints of confirmation.

Captured on heart and digital frames with the pages of swirls, unpredictable moments, forcing growth through cement. Still…sitting with nature…reminded again and again…us humans could never craft such elegance that lives effortlessly in nature’s arrangements. It was time to become a witness to natural solutions and her effortless waves that flow in all directions.

From colors bringing tears of joy in parking lots with helicopter and siren noise…to now tears of joy amongst towering redwoods and bubbling creeks with a stump or stones for seats. A moment screaming back to nature, I Am Awake? The lightbulb flashing, bringing on entirely new seeing perspectives. No words can shape the visuals, the frames capture the movements and life changes, but no capture will ever contain the energy of full body sense impression like being with nature and having your own moment. The ripples that take over our bodies when experiencing nature’s “…stop and enJOY for a moment…” whisperings, is unmatched. Maybe if each experienced it, across society we could have deeper and more meaningful conversations and connections with one another.

Why is it that we gaze to man made, only prioritizing nature as our weekend get away? Silly it feels being a witness to observing humanity at play. So many seem ok with how we’re rocking and rolling through bomb waves and headlines games, it’s a shame we can’t hit reset globally and start over on this game. Are we too ashamed, seeing it as a failing if we change, or the profits have dominated and the resources sought after are no longer free, the branded on Earth company name seeks to be compensated…so we’ll never be able to change?

A year to remember, 40. Onwards my heart travels. Now amongst some of our planet’s greatest…forests and oceans, these spaces where connection heals and healing builds new connections to an inner self, to humanity’s collective self…to the planet and all that’s around it. It is up to us, the ones alive and off all ways to-daying…to each individually, develop and evolve our conversations. With our interactions amongst one another, to the vibrations and conversations with nature, to our conversations with inner vibrations. When do we uncover our hidden sensations and travel deeper with our man made game instructions? Is it easier to live in coalition and discard these values placed on competition? Hard to experience it if we’re never looking at the possibility of it…towards a forward progress direction.

…in all ways, my heART says speak. Women around the World stretching upwards with torches to light the path towards care, nurture, compassion…through our connections with nature, will we there find the answers and be able to work with out director’s strings above our heads, breaking the chains? Sitting as a still witness, taking in the worlds of our planet, all drastically different, but working all in coalition. From the elements, to the particles, to the plants and around the entire planet, all living in flow and all ways experiencing growth.

To another year around the Sun, one filled with lightbulbs and flashlights that allow us all to mature and grow, our collective and each individual one.

Street heART

two four

Amy Smith — Fri, 13 Dec 2024 10:12:36 +0000

Machine image

collaboration

Exploring human stories
written human communications..

The base building blocks.

Molecules, particle mixing.

Earth, water, air and sun all merging as one.

Formed into, a form of a human.

Golden, fragile and imaginative.

Beautified, somehow electrified.

Where do we find, the origin of life?

We can track back our ancestors

Even to the very first ones…

Their beginnings, those ledgers of humans’ lines.

Named, words invented, their meanings now left to tame,

Definitions and divisive industries, known through academic lessons

Branded and bottled us humans.

Made now in our own idea of our in-visible only images,

At a loss for how to find our common lineage.

Lineage with the plants and the trees.

Planets and bees.

The shimmering stars, the golden hearts.

Are we attempting the technique for opening unknown doors?

Or only making material made doors?

Wood grains and handles that prevent us from moving,

Locking the lock, that’s as far as we’ve got?

At a loss for how we go about forging a key?

Unable to imagine limitless,

No desire to work hard for new ways,

Techniques, flashlights ahead on new lanes.

Out again and again seeking only to tame,

Our fellow humans who are made in our same man made names,

Trapped our selves independently as we think this is it,

this material living we’ve been living.

But that urge is contagious,

A desire to settle back in a consumer based this is all of us type of living,

ignorant of the vibration, dogs whistling, silent invisible communications…

This wave, gift of life giving, words unneeded,

Through it we keep a heartbeat, but have the text book words defined conversations?

A beat of life allows us to seek out and design our way through new evolved portal doors.

Will we walk through the path shining golden, or bury ourselves deeper as we continue to ignore the waves?

Additional AI portraits Tokens: 004 on base

Let…

Amy Smith — Tue, 19 Nov 2024 05:14:46 +0000

your light fly, butterfly.

Hope filled, faith filled? Free dumb fields and now you can’t break free to feel light filled?

All the same. Still in moving time with one breath at a time—time stills, movement without our thinking on rotation contemplation.

Do we feel it?

Energy vibrations that move in-visible…the minuscule only mind’s imagination, feeling for survival that’s fitting.

Can it even be known?

Uncovered, discovered, told it and sold it, or is it free for all, instantaneously known by all of creation?

Only needing a little polish and then each would be a witness to it all in movement and feel its shininess.

Imagine for a moment…

How much the mind would need to focus on and think about if all within didn’t operate so freely and effortlessly, processes executed without our needing to think it into being?

Mind fooled, took a path to learning, but lost the art of thinking.

Us humans have paved over holes with a make shift patch?

It’s no issue, we’ve left the path of higher sensitivities, struggling to find our way back again…

but we can fly and we can create a new in our time bend..

Allowing the entire form to feel new vibrations that haven’t been felt even in past times with those sensitive to feeling past forms that past walked with.

Higher feelings, no need for aimless and mind-less brain entertainment fillings.

Wasted time should best be know as spent time…would then we put a value on the seconds, minutes, hours, down to every breath we’re breathing…shifts in value would encourage a deeper meaning?

No cents, no common sense even…

All individuals enJOYing their feelings and fillings…

Filled with a pride, each humans’ uniqueness appreciated, collective contributions and bigger than self thinkings.

Coalition living, with one another and with the spaces where our wings of breath breathe out and mix with the air we all flex—the particles we all live through.

Plants, animals and humans as one all feeling the filling of life giving.

Hopeful, but faith filled.

One day our hues of man will elevate to a true definition of humans being kind, I believe, with every breath my wings fill.

additional amy-i

our-story

Amy Smith — Sun, 10 Nov 2024 05:51:32 +0000

There was once peace…

Where did we go wrong?

GI Toys branded on each brain?

Competitive habits and ladder climbing games, did those steal our ways to stay sane?

Do we ever witness the crumbles or are the headlines locking us in a daze?

No trail back to the beginning, we’ve washed it over with religion…

Forced our hearts to fit the already established pictures.

Will we see it in our generation?

Can we give rise to ascension and coalitions over violence and competition?

Lost humans…a trail of tears centuries long…

Death to the planet and yet we still pay it no mind.

The codes we scan have become all that we fight to keep in our right hand…

The left, now left with only a line to the heart within.

Still no feelings, no vibrations of healing.

Even with our automated attachment to the form that keeps us faith filled in some sort of human healing…

We are capable of healing, self and the imaginary divided nations.

We are statues of life, with ability to move…

Can we move our minds to illuminate a path forward, ignoring the pains on the path we’ve for generations walked over?

Faith filled, one day and always…

We can do better, and we will find a way to heal self and the planet.

Shine your flashlight…this is our-story.

The story of our time’s lifestyles, it’s time we did some new planning.

solidarity

earth moves

Amy Smith — Tue, 05 Nov 2024 06:57:47 +0000

5:18PM - 6:24PM

11.03.24

The motion…

Does it swirl our emotions? Or does it make us more aware?
Do we constantly ignore the unlimited spaces with our man made human races?
A game of tons versus a game of tones?
How do we ignore such beauty?
Leaving it named nature’s magic, yet desiring not one ounce to feel the magic as it shines through?
Escape artists we humans are, escaping from the moment to dwell on past and future…
When right above us, each gaze upwards, fills our eyes with scenes that are new.
Will humanity ever unite under this one sky?
Will we ever gaze upon peace, not as something to create, but something which opens unlimited gates?

Our motion…

Brewing up man made storms, deconstructing the effortless rotation of nature’s flow.
From the soil to the stars, we humans in the middle, left with opportunity…
Yet, we’ve labeled the moment with our competitive narratives.
Top down, climb on top of one another…left with no escape from the maze we’ve all paved.
Generations of ancestors, striving to experience a path that is paved in gold, all new.
Here we are, following their footprints, paving over the message with bricks that those past generations made.
Will we give up too soon?
Will we gaze behind us and infront of us and always ignore the sky that stays steady…all ways true.

redwoods

Fair Fax

Amy Smith — Sat, 12 Oct 2024 06:05:31 +0000

Generations of past lives, living out the present life. Do we treat the now as a gift?

Or only a show we’re flowing with?

Flow like water, live a life that shines a flashlight on all who have yet to see there is a potential that is bright…globally and in-visibly, obviously.

Find the flashlight within, the future and the now…all need your mind and heart awake.

City of Angels

what is…

Amy Smith — Wed, 09 Oct 2024 04:21:34 +0000

WAR?

A dream? A story?

A compilation of human stories all mooshed together into one story-line we call living?

How do we shift the gaze of humanity, from fear and “protection” to solidarity with all, including nature?

Do we fail to see the obvious because we’ve been told there is no other option?

”This is how it is done, Amy”

That’s all I ever hear…those who are marching along the lines of old stories, hues of man instead of man-kind, maybe they see no other option because they’ve blindfolded their in-visible visions?

Can we revive the compassionate and nurturing nature of humans? Or will we always live through the hues which tell us to fear one another, that story that has convinced us that it is ok to destroy humans and nature?

Will the natural world ever defend and nurture us fully if we’re not bothered by the lack of care we carry on with each day?

How can we feel peace when we’ve surrounded our days with hate and greed?

Fellow humans, stand with peace…visualize the World we wish to see and then believe it can be. Let that be your in-visible.

No system outside of our forms can nurture us, only feed us profits.

We’ve lost the meaning of prophets…because we fail to see that each of us…are those prophets we’d like to see.

Each one, reach one…we are the change we’ve been waiting for.

Breathe.

Breathe, Peace.

<3

Free Free...

Do we know?

Amy Smith — Mon, 23 Sep 2024 07:05:12 +0000

Growth?

Journeying as an observation versus a mission spawned from competition?

Is there a path forward in this World where we’re taught to chase after versus en-JOY-ing the adventure of hearing inner communication?

The path recently has traveled many new ways…the roots stayed connected even though the soil medium has witnessed change.

From California and the smoggy city of LA, to the corn fields where all things seem to stay the same, even amongst seasonal change.

Back in the California state.

A state of mind this coastal state.

No chasing, no costume wearing, a naked self, digging to find the inner self.

Each day now starts the same, routine scheduled as the striving extends.

Time escaped me, no more hours for writing pages and pages about each day.

Emotional sways, finding it’s not always easy to remain connected to natures’ waves of effortless sane.

Is that what development of self has to say?

Rise to the occasion and match the energy which lifts vibrations, instead of weighing on the heart which words to say?

Learning lessons, seeking a path of academic questions and equations?

Experience they all say.

Followed the paved path, now not sure what the ground’s bricks say.

I wished and prayed…

Found myself as another odd ball each day.

Inclusive the words say, development and social…those are the words of the new days.

An inner I still seeks to find a way…through the future which will eventually roll out each day.

”Breathe nature,” still whispers, as the trees pray each day.

Hold me in light, package the peace of compassion, emotions which always remain.

A camp on the hill

A place where so many words sway.

Can you speak the verbal communication that lives in the in-visible heART rays?

Trial and error the scale of balance remains.

Feeling each day, hardly a chance to imagine what song each heart beat plays.

Immersed where the heART plays, purpose is all that can sustain.

Spiritual play on the ignition.

Stuck with the intention of the heart’s costumes and the roles left for us on our human play, this life stage.

Imagination, divine communication.

A journey towards the purpose of inner wills, coalition over competition.

Can the stage play of human play, still be re-written?

Journey

Amy Smith — Tue, 10 Sep 2024 06:23:25 +0000

From one home, to a visit in the home town, to a new home now.
California sunshine found its way back to my heart…

2008-2024

Where I grew…where my roots took off in a reach for the sun…where I found the brain food to fight for what is good.

Hollywood — Amy would, I should, I could…I did.

Many dream of this starry space, where screens of movie dreams dance across the pages, where sidewalks are filled with broken dreams and bought out for play-time scenes. Where legends played and where the violin of poverty screams in everyone’s face.

We all should…

…take a break from gazing at such top town creations in this land of gold hues of pain, but filmmakers of all departments, from across the globe…continue to race for these street signs of Hollywood, seeking a small bedroom or a floor to sleep on. Showing up not knowing the his-story and culture of studios which have for over a century…placed the false granite stars on the sidewalks for faux fanciness, even painting false faces with black make-it-up paint, marks left on their legacy.

MLK Jr and Malcom X…they weren’t fighting to stay alive 100 years ago, their real life tale only goes back to a little over 50 years ago…was Hollywood suits and ties defending their rights as they continued to make it up tales “based on reality”?

Frames, left as reminders of the spaces.

The reality of the quiet moments and the in our face tales of others’ moments.

This place I called home, I finally let go.

From one neighborhood I truly loved, hidden away from the bustle of it all, but still close enough to dive into it all, where I learned to write about the World and systems of it all.

Where canyon dreams lifted my wings, onward to Northern California where I’m now living out my heart’s dreams, in new canyon seams where the waves and trees lift my wings.

Where I came from…the birth of my heART, the growth of my spirit’s heART where others’ wanted to see me wear armor…to the place where I feel at home now.

Life like a fossil, captured the moments in digital space, where I preserved all that’s got me this far and what now allows me to care for my trades and skills and heART with care.

Where nature blesses me daily and the sun continues shining…Santa Cruz, CA.

IN — LA — SC

From Corn Fields to streets of grime and suits and ties…to this space of magical feels.

<3

Check eyes for more…

still…

Amy Smith — Sat, 06 Jul 2024 03:06:55 +0000

Captures of the sun and moon combined, rays that inspire and enlighten me.

Hard to uncover the light of our fellow humans from only the light reflected back to your eyes from a screen.

Dig deeper to innerstand your friends.

Sit still to innerstand the light of Nature’s Spaces to tap into the vibration of us all.

Imagine how magical the World would be if we all reflected light like the sun and moon do everyday all ways…

moon

piece or peace.

Amy Smith — Fri, 28 Jun 2024 23:34:36 +0000

From the digital journals and the handwritten journals, words of light for the future generations who will eventually fill both themselves. <3 Protect Peace.

I found a broken piece,

It was missing the a to the capital of our day.

Somewhere lost maybe, not at the beginning. Lost towards the end maybe?

Erased legs and misdotted Is. The I became the misplaced A

A piece of peace

No longer the way

Or lost along this misguided way

Distracted by the destruction

Maybe the capitol will recover the losses

Will the peace of harmony ever be a witness.

Observers of humanity shaping Is from As

Repairing peace so we’re all reminded of the way

Fragments in magic

Glitters in rain drops

Seconds ticking from the face of the clock

All lost, traveling at speeds unknown to spaces unknown maybe

But never turning to the land we have found As and Is being the majority.

A memory, whispers of feelings

Can we resurface the feeling?

Did we ever know the feeling?

A feeling of Is in unity, The A option of peace.

Memory will recover you see

Unwrapped in our data streams

Elevated to overstanding

Beyond the days of our Is

We’ll not see the day where our Is see the A option of peace

Groundwork, brick by brick, polish and more polish

We’ll reach the shining

Absorbing our truth

In all of the shames and failed glory

Memories of Is entertaining the As.

Will we then remember the way?

Witnessing peace as the way because it was and always will be

The only way?

Maybe one day…

Until then,

We’re Is shaping shapes of As with no space to entertain peace as the way

Helpless, engineering and programmed…maybe,

But mobile and able, we simply haven’t paired it with willing.

The As are willing.

We’re willing to be Is in the game for As,

But failing to see our Is shape the A in that communication waves

Laying pavement for paths away from peace

Exploding pieces for a piece of Is and As with no chance for anyone’s eyes to see the way.

A blind nation, on a sphere as a home, even if we can’t agree on it being our home.

A divided nation of humans, Is and As with no guidance for peace as the way.

Word previews

Amy Smith — Sun, 23 Jun 2024 17:29:32 +0000

Years of journals — coming together as my heart feels pulled to plant seeds of a peaceful mission on this planet. Rushing and and pacing and following the trends…we’ve lost our heart connection — to one another and this breathing planet we call our home.

Imagin-ism, image in—ism, taking action beyond the mind, bringing mind visions into realities other minds can use as seeds….

An assembly of humans sharing time and taking action collectively towards the building blocks that best serve their trade, their neighborhood, their school, their culture. All of our Is and —isms ripple out and create the culture that builds who we are as humans. The us, can we ourselves get those dots linked before we program machine minds to believe? We need to start dreaming ourselves, bringing to life individually, those inner voices that are hidden in our slumbers of conveniences and overworked-isms. Then we should assemble. From small local town solutions, to utilizing the tools we have for globally connecting humans to goods and resources and knowledge. Designing those magical worlds we script movie scenes for, where each lives with an open and jolly mind with time to assemble, sharing mind time with loved ones and nature.

Treat time wisely, plant seeds of imagination in all duties and lists of tasks. We may not recreate the economic systems or design Walt Disney’s vision of magical living, and there will be pieces from the system we have now that we will carry over, but we will need all perspectives in our ways of consenting and building together if we are to start dreaming of new systems beyond copy paste for all. The mainstream media will not inform the everyday workers on how to properly utilize these tools that allow us to connect beyond the timeline, it is up to all of us to think beyond the circles society, definitions and titles have placed around us as these invisible Home Improvement fences.

write it out

Amy Smith — Mon, 17 Jun 2024 05:03:13 +0000

I’ve recorded this piece over 100 times, bringing my voice to life in new ways…sometimes I shouldn’t share the inner work with others as their un-communicated doubt…reaches me in ways I can’t always see.

To releasing my heart…through words and waves…one day. <3 Until then…it’s words and light waves.

(in my country Nellie voice….hope you can imagine

Expansion of self, possible for all?

The roles out there seem to be perfectly wardrobe fit for those ones chasing the titles and seeking to rule.

I was in pursuit of spaces where a jolly mood rules, but I only found silent explosions out there

Every one’s forced up their walls of protection.

Triggers of violence done destroyed our spaces where our voices flow in their natural expression?

Mines of material minds

We sunk the foundations into pits, rolled the pillars holding our human ceiling off to the blockades,

They are fortresses now

defending our nature’s goods,

turned our Earth magic into, made for human - human things…

….many more lines follow.

Draft 2 of the book is done, if you read this and want to genuinely read more…shoot me a line, would love to share with more of those who care. Gratitude to those super special humans who have been along side as I push through paragraph hills. <3

Inner Server

Amy Smith — Sat, 08 Jun 2024 17:31:05 +0000

Many combined.

Humans minding mind in the space of combined time

Why not bring reality to unlimited time?

Need a value deeper than the ticking of time

A rich movement that would allow society to align...

Beyond the value of that ticking bomb called time,

far past the force displaying only might as humanity’s scripted lines.

Golden...whoa-men and men could all shine.

If the world wasn't written around paradigms of "my dime, and your dime..."

We're all experiencing this line we call time.

Fools abiding by definitions left by those who valued their time and then wrote rules that became everyone’s “how to spend time…”

Let’s redraft the ways humans are supposed to be spending time,

Maybe then, we’d see collectives and coalitions, more richness than he-man competitions.

A gaze beyond the profits…without executives acting as prophets.

Let’s lift all minds’ lights not only as value objects,

If not…we may be guilty of covering over those prophets who are supposed to inspire us all to globally feel love’s light.

What will future generations say of us after our time?

Will they remember those with faith who walked with peace facing battlefields…

Those defenders of nature and protectors of the in-visible waves…

Life is more than weapons, we can shift the World’s vibrations…

By allowing love to wave, choosing love as our weapon.

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Golden humans

Amy Smith — Fri, 24 May 2024 21:04:02 +0000

We are golden humans….only dimmed by these hues of he-man thinking.

Brute force labor, militarized baby sitters, destruction of our Mother and elimination of connection.

Can we revive compassion and love, by releasing the voices of women…

Us who have been silenced throughout thousands of years….