The more You love
the more intense the bliss
the more acute Your senses
the higher the joy for things others don’t see
the bitter the pain for every missed moment.
Heart & Mind
Incessantly
my heart speaks to my brain,
it knocks at the its doors,
screams, yells, chants, cries, dances
Constantly
my mind absorbs, listen, feels
doing its best to connect all those words,
images, ripples, twitches, scratches.
Together they make the wheel turn.
These flowing revolutions are my life
they fill my existence,
the pulsing beat of this battle.
The two of them are strong,
they are bold, they both need expressed
they both defend their very existence
none of them wants to back up
Soul and mind,
to feel and to know
I am in the middle,
I am inside,
I am the circle
I am just me.
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.
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
Wednesday
Quiet in doing what needs done in life,
quiet in smiles and storms,
quiet in taking responsibilities,
quiet in no hurting and facing truths
quiet in the tears life brings
Silent but feeling full
absorbing life
feeling every heartbeat,
every single one
Living is being coherent with myself
that way I can watch at myself in the mirror
and be proud, be in peace,
believe in good times to come
because I feel them, because I dream them
because I trust in them.
There will be running today
all of me in every stride I’ll take
Molecules Destiny Love
Carbon likes Oxygen,
they don’t know it,
but those two were meant.
They don’t know each other
alas, If they get close enough, they bond.
They snap, boom, in an instant.
If they don’t get close enough,
when they’re lazy, and don’t
they repel, they stay “potential”.
They must win that barrier,
every time, they must want it
a little effort, to reach their destiny.
Every time, every day
over and over.
Nature. Fantastic Nature.
In a Perfect World
In a perfect world in a flower field I would be
I’d be laying there, I’d be having a picnic,
or be watching the sunset, I’d be smiling no stop,
I’d speak giggle and chat, talking my thoughts: this and that,
Speaking North and then South with no beginning and end,
imperfectly perfect: like the flow of the time.
In a perfect world never struggling I’d be.
In a perfect world I’d be me like I am,
and my lips would taste of wine, cherries, books,
and poems, stories and kisses,
all the time.
In a perfect world maybe I’d be perfect like that,
but more likely I’d never understand
what a perfect moment truly is.
In that perfect world I am not,
but I can imagine it, all of it.
I can dream and can share it. I can dream I can reach it.
I can feel my heart wanting it, and to perfectly aim.
In a perfect world, I’d not be here writing this, as I do.
Writing about the mistakes I do, about believing in what I do.
With all the love I feel in me and around.
And what a miss it would be.
In whatever world, perfect or imperfect I am here,
writing about how not an instant should be wasted,
because it’s a crime to live even a single breath
without smelling all the flavours it does bring.
Far from perfect I am.
I am a woman of many wrongs and some rights, as anyone is,
I do feel though, and there is no feeling like that.
I do feel the world, open and fresh,
fresh as a merry go round, as a barefoot run on the grass,
kissed by the sun and the breeze.
In this personal perfect I feel the scent of the flowers,
I do giggle and stop, relishing the pounding heart I’ve been gifted
I do breath, I explode and I do smile my own smiles.
Not caring about perfect, because perfect is now
Coherence
There is no worse deceiver
than the one who lies to herself
Not to be caught
She will be forced to lie for the entire life
November
Autumn
is so in love
with sunsets
to paint it
in every leaf
Droplets of my Soul 