hippie-new-age-gaia-lovin-tastic-ness

I have been feeling a little more creative-a-ful lately. Usually this is a good thing. But at the moment the only things I am able to pull from my mind sound utterly and completely ridiculous or sound hippie and/or new age-lovin’-ish. It all sounded better in my head. But once I typed it out from the scraps of paper I scribbled it down quickly on in the garden center it sounded crappy-licious.

The poems I wrote were based on conversations I had with two people and the conversations sort of melted and blended together and made me have weird thoughts. Ha….MADE me have weird thoughts. HA! But yeah….

I have no idea what I am talking about in these poems. Hopefully I will be able to experience them someday. I do that occasionally. Write about something I don’t understand in an attempt to understand it. OR perhaps in the hopes that putting it down and out there the Universe (hippie-tastic sounding eh?) will hear me and I’ll get my “wish.”

Eh
Eh
Eh.

Here goes my first drafts. Pretend you are totally high and wearing tie dye (RHYMES!!!). I pretty much guarantee they will sound better. Haha…

Primal Nature
By Karina Young
September 8, 2009

Psych yourself out.
Tap into your primal nature.
Be the hare,
The wolf,
The owl seeking prey.
Be the bear,
The hawk,
The salmon swimming upstream.
Be that basic and instinctive creature
YOU ARE.
Throw off the worldly cloak on your shoulders.
Be raw, naked and hungry.
The BEing
YOU ARE.
Psych yourself out.
Psych yourself out.
Psych yourself out
And draw it all back in again.

Connection
By Karina Young
September 8, 2009

Connect with the world around you.
Connect with the world around you.
Connect with the world around you.
You are a primal being.
Run naked through a field.
Climb a tree.
Crouch in the brush.
Dive into an ocean.
Run your hands over the earth.
Leave your mark.
Fingerprints.
Put YOUR print on the world.
Imprint yourself on it.
Connect with it.
All around you the earth is
BUZZING.
Connect with it.
Give in.
Connect with the world around you.




Lame-ness-maximus eh? I want my old Muse back. She was a little depressing at times...but we totally understood each other. :]