by Alex Pullen | May 4, 2016 | Arts and Entertainment, Colorado, Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
A friend reminded me the other day about a self portrait I did a few years ago… He was asking for advice about how to make his self portraits less “cheesy”… I said, “I don’t know man, I’ve always done dreamy...
by Alex Pullen | Jun 1, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Streets “Believing each other’s eyes into existence, Shy souls converge in the streets. Water droplets reveal rainbows, and essence meet. Called to dance in the rain, Splashing-light they merge, Eyes locked in the moment. Time collapses, the Earth slows, her...
by Alex Pullen | May 31, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Truly “Let the size and colorful content of your heart, inspire awe. Let it satisfy you, Nourish you, Feed you. Allow your desires to mature, Be vintaged, Refined, Clarified. Spiced with the peach blossoms, of a Sweet Longing. Fruits delivered on the luscious...
by Alex Pullen | May 29, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Each Other Colors “Crying, Shedding tears of Joy, For 45 dry Red desert miles, So much love, Laughter and Smiles. The jade Wellspring of 2 Flaming Purple hearts, Kindred spirits, twin Flames, spontaneous Games, Hazelnut coffee, Brown with Green forests, White...
by Alex Pullen | May 29, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
“The key to manifesting, Is loving the process… Of attaining our dreams. Equally loving the insights, Rewards, And setbacks. That allow us to refine and expand the dream we choose to live. Allowing us, To become more than we preconceived. And the dream,...
by Alex Pullen | May 26, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Trees “Feet rooted, Stand sturdy trunks, Hold strong hearts Openly”.
by Alex Pullen | May 25, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Stretch “The gifts of life increase in size, To see them, grow larger eyes. We must stretch to reach them, open hearts to feed them. expand to be them. Come to the edge, Lean on tip-toes, Arms held out wide, Tears springing from glowing eyes, Stand tall with...
by Alex Pullen | May 10, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Of Love “A pupil once asked Ishq of Love. Ishq derived that Love is ephemeral, freeing, fleeting in nature, gaining momentum. He screamed with his eyes Love is visceral and translucent, compelling and slow, yet, undeniable in it’s movements. Smiling he...
by Alex Pullen | May 10, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Return “Do not be saddened that you cannot return to Afghanistan. Your blood is already heavily spiced. The call to prayer already rings in your ears, Hums, shivers, resoundes in your dusty soul. The cityscape, hazed and vibrant, Beckons you to wander, In search...
by Alex Pullen | May 10, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Waiting “Release the feeling that we are waiting. Waiting for what? Now is the time to find ourselves, Start by finding Gratitude, Tears Joy.”
by Alex Pullen | May 10, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Dull Colors “If another wishes to mock your canvas, by flaying dull colors. Laugh knowing, The vision of your heart, is still true.”
by Alex Pullen | May 10, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Bathing “Bathing in the warm waters of self-love Ecstasy settles in. Feel, invite, welcome, nourishment. Derived from the wellspring of sunshine within Affection, cascades down my shoulders and up my spine. Your loving breath accepting the curve of my neck....
by Alex Pullen | May 10, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Bountiful “Anoint yourself with the ashes of your fears, Allow prosperity to flow from within, Let the heart lead you, with devotional clarity, Knowing that all unfolds divinely. Graced with presence beyond rationality, Beyond judgement, Beyond limitation....
by Alex Pullen | May 10, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Lullabies “Sing you a song Woman, Know-who-you-are, Sing you a song Woman, Hold-in-my-arms, Full moon is risin’, hands run through your hair, Come a bit closer to hear a fairy tale. Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, The Sycamores know, That the stars, They will fall, Into...
by Alex Pullen | Mar 29, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Nectar “Move slowly through the cascading moments of now. This very moment bears great fruits. Sink your teeth deep into the juicy flesh of your soul. Savor the sweet nectar within.”
by Alex Pullen | Feb 14, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
“Letting eyes love me, These eyes say the two words All eyes want to hear, ‘Love Me.’ Two potent words paired together. What could be stronger, More divine, More luscious Than the words, ‘My Love?’ Why Love? When we could fear,...
by Alex Pullen | Feb 9, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Shore “Give the Imagination wings. Like a kite, allow the wind to carry your passions, far beyond the shore of yourself, into the unknown.”
by Alex Pullen | Feb 9, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Dime for a Dozen “Why seek things, ‘Dime for a Dozen’, when you can be a mirror, for that which values, in Dozens of Dimes?”
by Alex Pullen | Jan 29, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
A beginning Once I looked upon the Moon and said to her, “Why is this world in a constant state of ending?” And she responded… “Brother, it’s in a constant state of...
by Alex Pullen | Jan 24, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Aware “And here I am just being aware…”
by Alex Pullen | Jan 24, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Unfold “Why resist? Expand. Effortlessly into your new self… un-judged un-biased unfold.”
by Alex Pullen | Jan 24, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
“Inside of you lais a great Strength, a great Beauty, and a great Purpose.”
by Alex Pullen | Jan 24, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Make yourself rich “Fill your pockets with gems.. Of the more subtle kind. That way, if you were to be robbed in an alley… the burglar would be unable to grasp anything of value.”
by Alex Pullen | Jan 16, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
A Breath of Fresh Air “Be a blank page in a book, waiting for a breath of fresh air, to turn you.”
by Alex Pullen | Jan 8, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Theatrics We are all actors in a play, and we all wear a mask. Ishq will tell you, “this is all a show, and we are all beings of light.”
by Alex Pullen | Jan 8, 2014 | Ishq, Poetry
Fly All People who fly, were once people who let go.
by Alex Pullen | Dec 30, 2013 | Ishq, Poetry
A Compass “Calm the winds of your mind, and the waves of your heart will subside. Still the wind and the waters, to reveal a great map of stars. A galaxy reflected in your soul. Depth expanding in every sacred direction. Stare into these waters… Know this...
by Alex Pullen | Dec 30, 2013 | Ishq, Poetry
The Loving Truth “The Truth within me tastes so sweet, What a Joy it is to find, the Loving Truth within others.” -Ishq-
by Alex Pullen | Dec 30, 2013 | Ishq, Poetry
What to do With Stones “Breath in deeply, the Love that surrounds you, Pick up the cold stones, others have dropped at your feet, Polish them into gems, Touch them to your heart, Watch them glow in your palms. Lay them, at the feet, of the next person, that...
by Alex Pullen | Dec 30, 2013 | Ishq, Poetry
Stand Changed “Great peaks stand in the distance, Lifetimes unmeasured. Mountains stand changed…” – Ishq –
by Alex Pullen | Nov 11, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
– Journals – Stacks of journals on the floor. Piles of pages of insight. Filtering back through time. searching… finding old threads and grasping. Reliving the passion and dusty emotions. Turning more pages, back deeper and deeper. Crawling into the...
by Alex Pullen | Nov 7, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
With no one else present I relate to the Self. Full-brimming with emotional solvents I dissolve all thats left. Riding no-hands smiling beneath a clipped crescent moon… With so much room, so much room beneath myself and above the sky so black and bluely true....
by Alex Pullen | Oct 22, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
Emerging early, to catch the first rays, I walk to the knoll beneath the cherry trees. My unfurling of this tattered mat is a quiet gesture of self-love… of devotion. An embodiment of a fiery passion for life. My intention this morning… as the mat softly...
by Alex Pullen | Oct 9, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
Patience is the science of peace. I stand here writing a love poem to the world, on the street corner of a grocery store. Watching the cars drive by, sweeping leaves away from the sliding glass door. Inside I feel the lights, the hours, the familiar faces… I...
by Alex Pullen | Sep 27, 2013 | Poetry, The Grotto
A state of being, an art of non-thinking, A quiet meditation. Walking silently, aware of a billion sensations. Fine tuned, humming harmony, subtlety and with grace. Gently suspended between two goddess elms. They hold me protected and I settle into the moment. An...
by Alex Pullen | Sep 22, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
Something about seven sunflowers.. Collected by bicycle, a busy bee, flying from one stand to the next, seeking beauty and feeling the Sun shine rain joy on a cloudy day. Humming old songs from Jamaica, soft green-blue harmonies under a grey and threatening sky, the...
by Alex Pullen | Sep 4, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
Walking alone through the forest, I came upon two great grand-mother trees. Compelled by their size and age, I asked them each a question. Resting my hands on the scaley-yellow bark of the first I asked, “What do you have to teach me?” Through images and...
by Alex Pullen | Jul 26, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
I’ve left my home and journeyed to the other side I’ve gone where others told me not to go I’ve climbed the tall peaks of humanity and delved into their depths And to get there I traversed through my own heart there upon the crux I sat and looked...
by Alex Pullen | Apr 24, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto, The Kashmir Analogs
At this point in my journey in Northern India and my stay in Kashmir, things started to move fast. It was on our second day in Lal Chowk, Srinagar that we began meeting leaders of different separatist parties in Kashmir. For Nelson’s project, his intention is to meet...
by Alex Pullen | Mar 27, 2013 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
I’m sitting in my room going over the final details of the presentation I’m giving on Kashmir. Tomorrow at 7pm, I’m bringing home a story that changed my life… and presenting it to my community… bringing it all the way home… My...
by Alex Pullen | Dec 3, 2012 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
The Poem below is a tribute to the photograph above… which is a tribute to all the beautiful things in life. “Life is like a river. Ever churning… bubbling and flowing over. I feel that, throughout life we get to taste many different rivers…...
by Alex Pullen | Oct 29, 2012 | Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
We must learn to use our tools well…We are given hands to change the world, eyes to see it as it stands, and an imagination to envision the possible futures. Tools are extensions of our hands… And we must learn to use them proficiently… All of our...
by Alex Pullen | Oct 12, 2012 | Colorado, Photography, Poetry, The Grotto
It’s funny to think that I’ve been in the same place for six weeks. Yesterday afternoon, I went on a hike to one of my favorite spots right outside of Durango and had lunch. I made my way onto a carved white pillar of sandstone, that hung prow over the...
