Gifts

We have not been given many things.
That is, because the few we got,
most valuable they are.
They are hidden amidst a million others
a zillion apparently important shiny things,
trying to pull us here and there.

Wise and blessed is the one using the little lights as a guide
to move through all their shiny roads and the noises they produce.

Truth is one of such pearls.
Humility is one of such pearls.
Respect is one of these pearls.
Be armed and dressed of those little lights
’cause nothing else will be needed.

Love will shine where it exists.
Greed will be driven out.
Peace will be enjoyed in laughter.
Depth could be lived in its entirety.

April 15, 2021 0

Nakedness

There are simple, basic, little things,
in which we put all of ourselves.

Almost invisibly, that make us fragile
leaving our soul exposed
it leaves us disarmed,
to the blink of an eye
or the lack of it

Invisible weapons that’d hurt no one
yet able to break us
Is there any greater strength
Than nonchalantly, day by day,
offering love?

February 10, 2021 0

Not Without a Kiss

Prior to leaving the room
I crave
printing my kiss on your lips
making your lips swollen
of my love

Marking you with my kiss
I’ll then feel, imagine, see thee,
having dinner, living, giggling
frowning, chatting, smiling
All of it, with my kiss, alive inside thee

So come,
Bless me with the pleasure
Of printing my love on your lips

Bless me,
With the gift of inebriating you
With the depth of my love

No, don’t leave that door without it
It’d be a curse
Come and I’ll show you
What is it to be loved
have that said lips to lips, wordlessly

No night shall pass
without the taste of my kisses
no room should be left
leaving this soft ruby flower
hanging
on the petals of my lips

no.

February 2, 2021 0

4 Letters Hope

Life, what a word.
Life, four letters,
like Love.

Words holding their essence,
to me,
they do.

In the two palms of my hands
I hold them,
lifting them up

To be blessed by the sunbeams
every morning,
starting with hope

New hopes that are the same
yet new, every morning

Life, Love, soul, hope

January 11, 2021 0

Bliss

Bliss
There are soul chords that when touched: we vibrate.
There are soul chords that when played: we sigh.
There are thoughts that when awakened: emotional rainbow.
Breath on my sacred and it’ll be joy, ecstasy, pain, energy.

Bliss
Something empowering,
Something we treasure,
Something making us protective, daring, courageous
Something for which we do stand and risk it all

Bliss,
it makes us invincible,
it makes us vulnerable though
to that one single shot that could destroy our soul,
it holds our trust, making us naked,
magically invulnerably vulnerable

Bliss
The single shot that’d just be nothing but a bruise
The single arrow that’d be no more than a sting,
They’d get to our bowels tearing them forever
If they’d hit that bliss, true Bliss, soul

Bliss
Worth it all.
Worthy the whole of us.

Bliss,
Oh my Bliss.
In You I believe

December 15, 2020 0

Time, for those You love.
We find time for those we love,
we stop and smile, to those we love.

Because it’s mutual joy to do it,
we let them know
they crossed the sky of our thoughts.

Those for which we cannot go
without letting them know,
those are loved ones

Not because we must, or should
not because it charitable to them
we do it, just.

Our time,
where it belongs,
it goes,
to those we love.
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Dec 4
and today I found snow, on the fallen leaves

December 4, 2020 0

Such as wild flowers, the Ocean, white clouds
like the dew under the slant light of the new day,
like butterflies, or each and every breath

Like old photos of our dear ones,
or the reassuring sky vault, holding the stars

Those who are out there, and we can count on
lifting our hearts, with a single smile, by their bare existence

Never chanted enough, celebrated enough
yet loved endlessly, deeply
because mutually owning, existing

inexplicable,
holy
symphony

October 25, 2020 0

Tears
sliding in silence
like letters

d
o
w
n

one after the other
feelings
coalescing

into.
a.
poem.

October 16, 2020 0

Wings

We get into this world with wings.

There is holiness, kindness, beauty,
evil, sweetness, coldness,
the whole spectrum of feelings
the whole potential
within each of us.

It is up to us to cultivate what we want to cultivate,
what we are strong enough to cultivate,
what we choose and want to cultivate,
to be, to become.

No matter what the world gives us.

Life.
Life gives us inputs, wounds, flowers, whippings.
visible or not, thorn or not my wings will forever exist.
growing again and again, like those of a Phoenix.

They are me,
such as my pain,
my smile,
my love,
my life.

October 15, 2020 0

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕,
𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍,
𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎,
𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎

𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎
𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜
𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙻𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢,
𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎
𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚗,
𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚎

𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎
𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎
𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑,
𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎,
𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚈𝚘𝚞
𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚎

𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏
𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞

October 12, 2020 0