Stories, Poems & Reminders
THE LOTUS
Like a lotus,
looking at the muddy waters
that nourished my existence
one last time,
I contemplate the colors of my soul
The flowers of my gown
One more time,
I bow to the muddy waters
in front of me
I wash my face in them
I caress them in gratitude
Then I lift my head,
looking at the Sun
I sing to them,
and the warmth of the Father
Oh Mother mud, oh Mother water
without your fury,
I could not be what I am
Without your loving trials,
this lotus of a daughter
would not exist
Oh Mother tree,
you, who patiently waited for me
to strengthen,
beneath the waters
at your roots,
with your hidden vitality
my roots also grew
And now I come to you,
I am one with you
I have grown
Oh Father Sun,
you who beared witness
to this rebel child,
this confused seed,
Look how I've grown today
with the leaves I dance,
with the wind I sing
Once more, I remember,
through my column,
vertebrae by vertebrae
My journey in the mud
The strength of the tree,
The strength of the waters
now caressing my feet
And I smile as I rise
I am free
I am free
I am free to be
And I am,
because you all believe in me
🌹
Happy new beginnings to the woman I am today! Sedona, Arizona September 2024 Photos courtesy of my Fairy Godmother
***
UNSPOKEN
The plane had landed, too bad my thoughts had not. The melodious rumor that controlled my mind, for more than eight torturous hours of flying above the ocean, was still in my ears. Neither bothered, nor bored, I begged it didn't stop, but it soon did. And - as I had feared all along - now, I could hear what people said although I did not understand one word.
I had gotten up, looked around, breathed deeply, and moved forward a step, after my mother touched my shoulder telling me I was the only person left on the plane. So I knew I was there, and while walking away from that monstrous - enticing mass of winged metal - I kept wishing...
I kept wishing I could go back to the land of the sun, to the land of voices I would now hear only through a phone.
🌷
***
IN HONOR OF FREE THINKING UNDER CANDLELIGHT
There is no electricity today in Tirana,
yesterday as well the lights went off,
but we can see the stars clearly.
They stand there watching over us
powerful, stoic, shining... yet dead.
This life is so strange.
We have time to think about this in Albania
This life is so strange.
We have time to think about this in Albania
under candle light, looking over on the other side
looking at the apartment in the other building
where they have the luxury of light.
And I wonder,
do they have time to think about the stars
And I wonder,
do they have time to think about the stars
or - like the stars - their light does not define life?
There is no electricity today in Tirana,
There is no electricity today in Tirana,
are we dead or very much alive?
🌷
***
A WOMAN OF LIGHT
I am a woman of light - transparent, brilliant, glowing. Sometimes a bit more yellow I resemble my mother and other times whiter, I seem closer to the stars. The light I hold in my heart makes visible the path ahead of me - one step at a time - one step deeper into the forest of my dreams, the forest of my desires. The forest. The one where all is possible and all is mysterious. I walk. I tremble and smile at the same time. I am scared and bewitched. I can only see a little ahead, for the magic of the next step is only revealed as I move through space. The forest is big, too big, I think. All creatures seem welcome here. And I ..must keep waking, discovering.
At times I look straight into the eyes of the next surprise and sometimes - I am told by a voice so subtle - I must not look; respectfully walk but not acknowledge. I question this - my thirst for knowledge seems limitless. I must question, find out for myself but suddenly a fine line is drawn in front of me; I cannot cross it. On one side lies doubt and on the other adventure. The line is called curiosity. To cross from doubt to adventure I must find the limit of the act of questioning.
I am scared but fear, this time, I embrace you, I take your hand and together we walk along the thin line, not on one side or the other. We speak to our sister, curiosity, and humbly walk along, following her length. I know that soon, when I am ready to say goodbye to you, fear, the answer will come and perhaps I will cross. Or maybe I will not question that subtle voice anymore and perhaps curiosity will disappear altogether leaving in front of me an open space, which I must not cross but simply walk. I understand that to walk this space I have to learn the difference between humility and arrogance, for some things in my forest I am not ready to see just yet. I put my head down giving thanks. Thanking fear for holding my hand, for slowing down my steps. For helping me learn this way, the wise way.
The light I hold in my heart makes visible the path ahead of me - one step at a time - one step deeper into the forest of my dreams, the forest of my desires. The forest. The one where all is possible and all is mysterious. I walk. I tremble and smile at the same time. I am scared and bewitched. I can only see a little ahead, for the magic of the next step is only revealed as I slowly move through space.
🌷
***
THE BOOK
I have a book I want to write in three languages
but mainly I want to write it in the language of Love
for the words written in this book
have been pouring calmly from my soul.
Many grandmothers and grandfathers,
generations gone
dreamt them into my cells
sculpted them in my chest.
I have a song I want to sing in voices
dreamt long, long ago
for every story here sang softly
was learned in the school of Hope.
I have a voice I want to birth by a river,
a tree and an ancient stone
for every mark made at its center
was sang long ago.
Of this time, senseless, fruitful
I would like to tell you once more
may it be the birth of my longing
to teach you in the language of Love.
🌷
***
A POEM
Written 1 April 2011
Nothing’s gone really,
we carry everything with us,
days, memories, lessons.
It feels as if we leave all in the past, but no.
That past informs our present, our future.
These divisions, past, present, future
they exist in our imagination
though they mean nothing.
We truly have everything in us.
We carry it around in a small, silk bag of sorts
consciously or unconsciously.
I hear a wise voice from the depths of my being say all of this to me.
You shall be centered and you shall be spread, says the inner voice.
Strong as a tree, fluid as water,
one with nature, perfectly balanced,
humanly formed, in sync with your flaws,
homeless and free, with home and free,
in love and free, with knowledge and free,
alone and free, with family and free,
scared and free, courageous and free.
In dance, in life, in spirit free.
Slowly accepting, taking things as they come,
being happy and appreciative.
Looking far more than just here and yet being fully present here.
In peace and free, following your heart.
Sound, self, strange.
How can I be everything? - I ask.
Why can’t you be everything? - Asks the wise voice again.
The most selfish thing you must ever do is to be everything,
while still being able to give back. Be nothing.
I understand - I say.
The wise voice laughs.
It will take long before you truly understand - it says,
but there is time.
I look inside me
and I don’t know if I look inside to honor that voice or to honor myself.
Maybe I do it for both, and for the ancestors - I think...
I really don’t know.
You do it for life! The wise voice laughs.
So just do it. Look inside and find the map to live free.
***
CARLOS
Carlos melted my heart and then he squished the life out of it, softly, in a very slow way, like the tangoes of Di Sarli, like Bahia Blanca. PAM PAM and just as you think the music ends, it suddenly starts again. It drags longer this time, complicates its rhythm.
First, it is a loud PAM, then slow, it drags its rhythm until your feet move because there is no other way, nowhere to go, they must move. The tanda must end for a new one to begin!
I suppose I loved Carlos exactly this way, like I love Bahia Blanca. He grew to be important - with time - though I suspect my heart always knew him as such. I sometimes think she still knows him as such and, every time this music plays, she lives out into the open that part of her.
My little, simple, big and strange heart: this is our secret!
We play it out into the open, when we dance but no one knows.
This is a story that moved her, my heart, as well as them, my feet. But, I also had to give up Carlos, quickly, for our hearts knew that our feet had to move on.
I wonder if in tango one always moves or if it is just an illusion.
Perhaps Carlos and I never met or never left each other.
Perhaps this was all my imagination.
Perhaps none of this makes any sense in a parallel universe.
🌷
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqFWz9_uqe0
Bahia Blanca - Carlos Di Sarli - Tango Clásico
***
WOMEN
What would life be without women?
Without the daughters, sisters, wives,
companions, mothers, grandmothers.
Yes them.
The wild, beautiful, sweet, complicated, amazing ones
dancing intimately with the waves of childhood,
womanhood, motherhood, maturity.
Never saying they are truly tired.
Never really fully accepting to be tired either
because they must believe in the beauty of life
to be able and continue it
to be able and cherish their children,
pick them up, nurture them, sweet talk them good night,
celebrate their birthdays and the moments of play.
Yes, them.
The beautiful-eyed women, young and old,
the romantic ones, the real ones,
the covered and uncovered ones.
The dancers, the weavers, the writers
the long-haired ones and the short-haired ones.
The singers, the cleaners, the cooks,
the nurturers of the soul,
the ones who cradle our dreams,
the primordial poetesses and ancient goddesses.
The ones cleaning the tears of humanity,
singing the forgotten songs of tenderness.
The most precious ones.
The eternal lovers.
Yes, them.
When you touch them, cherish them.
When you enter their sacred bodies, cherish them.
When you see them walking, flowing, moving, sensual,
praise the universe they exist.
When you plant your seed of life and longing in their being,
cherish them
for they are materializing all your dreams and theirs,
giving themselves, unconditionally, to be the carriers of life.
Great responsibility residing in their souls.
Really.
Cherish them.
What would life be without women?
As I speak to my girlfriends, telling me their stories, allowing me to read their lives in each movement they make, seeing them with their children, hearts bleeding wide open when their husbands leave them, when all seems lost and dark, yet feeling their amazing strength rise, I only bow and thank this universe for being a woman.
***
THE WILD GIRL IN ME
There I am,
there she is
the wild girl
who does not let me sleep.
She is always playing,
wild monkey
twisting thin lines of reality.
Weaving, playing, undoing.
Chaos untouched yes,
internal order of sorts yes.
Waves of tempests
hang on to your ships
I rise.
There she is.
Scary she is.
Not accepting compromise
I beg her, let me breathe.
No, she says firmly,
this is your destiny.
Play with your dreams.
I am one of you she says
don’t be afraid of me.
For the first time
I am understanding her
and letting her be.
Difficult lesson.
Difficult being.
***
🌷
THE JUNGLE DIARIES
Teachings from the Mother's womb - Part 1
Written September 2016
Perhaps being alone is just an expression; at best it is a way to describe confusion, a child of fear.
The word alone - could also mean “all - one.”
The jungle taught me to be all-one.
I WAS All-ONE, when I felt that my blood and the river moved with the same rhythm.
The jungle taught me to open all doors and windows of the quiet temple - in which my soul rests - as wide as possible, even if at first the light is too bright and the wind feels cold.
It taught me to observe the temple, walk it, smell it, see the colors inside it, touch its walls with love and care.
In the middle of the temple, it showed me a body of light (its eyes were closed) and it was resting. I was shown that just as I observed that body of light, it was also observing me.
I was told to walk inside this body of light and see the world from its eyes. I was told to feel from within that body...
And so I did.
It was that day that I felt what it means to be both the observer and the one being observed.
I felt, it means to look at yourself from your eyes and the eyes of the person in front of you simultaneously, until you cannot tell anymore which eyes you are seeing with.
Once in this place, you can then make decisions and live according to those decisions.
***
BOARDING
Written 1 September 2016
As I wait to board the plane to Bolivia, a little bird visits me...perhaps to show me how truly magical mother nature's ways are. A real reminder that we are loved and never alone.
Thank you mother of the universe!
***
A YEAR OF LOVE
Written December 2016
It has been a year of love, of infinite goodness and unimaginable depths I never knew existed, both within me and in the world. The world bathed me in luck and light this year, it bathed me in the embrace of my loved one.
It has been a year of gratitude, so much gratitude, a year each day of which has been a prayer, a song, a lesson in humility, in strength, in standing strong and in forgiving, in breaking down and in finding that we all, each of us, are medicine. Words, actions, thoughts and intentions can be the medicine this world needs so that we may all be very very happy.
And it is possible because this universe is the universe of all possibilities!
I had asked to break down all conceptual barriers of time and space this year - and I did - but, in the process, most importantly, I learned to break the barriers within me.
The road has been long, difficult at times, but very rewarding.
As it closes, this year has shaken me, it has made me think of how precious the time we have with loved ones is, how fragile every minute of everyday is and through this fragility, minutes have shown me how empowering they are if lived in love, in compassion, in unity with the universe.
It has been a year of love, of infinite goodness and unimaginable depths I never knew existed, both within me and in the world.
***
SEAGULLS OF MY IMAGINATION
Curious seagulls of my imagination
I see you there watching
above sculptures,
on roof decks of ancient temples.
You stand so rigid, so unafraid
observing, thinking, being
perhaps exactly as vultures once looked
above these cities, calculating their fall.
But you are no vultures!
You simply stand there and enjoy
the ray of light, the clouded sky
a raindrop,
an infinite space of then and now.
I envy you, or just admire the ease
with which you inspire my thoughts
my peace, my sense of joy
and watching you, I long to be free and still
above all temples, all memories
in spaciousness,
to rest.
Curious seagulls of my imagination
will you kindly rest next to me
allow me love and joy and freedom
without pain so bright and clear,
above all temples and time and fear?
***
BEING
I've been inspired lately
inspired
full of fire inside me
passion
a love explosive, unusual
most precious
this inspiration I feel.
I've been awake lately
awake
full of stories inside me
laughter
a joy explosive, unusual
most precious
this awakening in me.
I've been quiet lately
quiet
full of stillness inside me
peace,
a song explosive, unusual
most precious
this silence I have reached.
I feel inspired lately
passion
most precious
awake, lost in laughter
most precious
this quiet place,
embrace
a dream that I call me.
***
BROKEN
We walk on piles and miles of broken dreams
pieces of us we will never redeem
and we talk, we sing, we live,
convincing ourselves to forget them all.
Then, we step harder and faster on our broken wings
allowing such greed to damage us.
So I gather these pieces of me, forgotten
lost through the years, and with them
I pave the way to new beginnings.
***
REMINDERS TO SELF
"You easily lose yourself in words, become hypnotized into implicitly believing that when you have attached a word to something, you know what it is. The fact is: You don't know what it is. You have only covered up the mystery with a label. Everything, a bird, a tree, even a simple stone, and certainly a human being, is ultimately unknowable. This is because it has unfathomable depth."
- E. Tolle, A New Earth
"Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal."
- Egon Schiele
“Courage is a heart word. The root of the word is cor- the Latin word for heart. In one of its earliest forms, the word courage had a very different definition than it does today. Courage originally meant ‘To speak one’s mind by telling all one’s heart’.”
- Author unknown
"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death."
- Anais Nin
The most beautiful sea:
hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
I haven't said yet...
- Nâzım Hikmet Ran
"It is your duty in life to save your dream.”
- Amedeo Modigliani
🌷
***
A WOMAN OF LIGHT
I am a woman of light - transparent, brilliant, glowing. Sometimes a bit more yellow I resemble my mother and other times whiter, I seem closer to the stars. The light I hold in my heart makes visible the path ahead of me - one step at a time - one step deeper into the forest of my dreams, the forest of my desires. The forest. The one where all is possible and all is mysterious. I walk. I tremble and smile at the same time. I am scared and bewitched. I can only see a little ahead, for the magic of the next step is only revealed as I move through space. The forest is big, too big, I think. All creatures seem welcome here. And I ..must keep waking, discovering.
At times I look straight into the eyes of the next surprise and sometimes - I am told by a voice so subtle - I must not look; respectfully walk but not acknowledge. I question this - my thirst for knowledge seems limitless. I must question, find out for myself but suddenly a fine line is drawn in front of me; I cannot cross it. On one side lies doubt and on the other adventure. The line is called curiosity. To cross from doubt to adventure I must find the limit of the act of questioning.
I am scared but fear, this time, I embrace you, I take your hand and together we walk along the thin line, not on one side or the other. We speak to our sister, curiosity, and humbly walk along, following her length. I know that soon, when I am ready to say goodbye to you, fear, the answer will come and perhaps I will cross. Or maybe I will not question that subtle voice anymore and perhaps curiosity will disappear altogether leaving in front of me an open space, which I must not cross but simply walk. I understand that to walk this space I have to learn the difference between humility and arrogance, for some things in my forest I am not ready to see just yet. I put my head down giving thanks. Thanking fear for holding my hand, for slowing down my steps. For helping me learn this way, the wise way.
The light I hold in my heart makes visible the path ahead of me - one step at a time - one step deeper into the forest of my dreams, the forest of my desires. The forest. The one where all is possible and all is mysterious. I walk. I tremble and smile at the same time. I am scared and bewitched. I can only see a little ahead, for the magic of the next step is only revealed as I slowly move through space.
🌷
***
THE BOOK
I have a book I want to write in three languages
but mainly I want to write it in the language of Love
for the words written in this book
have been pouring calmly from my soul.
Many grandmothers and grandfathers,
generations gone
dreamt them into my cells
sculpted them in my chest.
I have a song I want to sing in voices
dreamt long, long ago
for every story here sang softly
was learned in the school of Hope.
I have a voice I want to birth by a river,
a tree and an ancient stone
for every mark made at its center
was sang long ago.
Of this time, senseless, fruitful
I would like to tell you once more
may it be the birth of my longing
to teach you in the language of Love.
🌷
***
A POEM
Written 1 April 2011
Nothing’s gone really,
we carry everything with us,
days, memories, lessons.
It feels as if we leave all in the past, but no.
That past informs our present, our future.
These divisions, past, present, future
they exist in our imagination
though they mean nothing.
We truly have everything in us.
We carry it around in a small, silk bag of sorts
consciously or unconsciously.
I hear a wise voice from the depths of my being say all of this to me.
You shall be centered and you shall be spread, says the inner voice.
Strong as a tree, fluid as water,
one with nature, perfectly balanced,
humanly formed, in sync with your flaws,
homeless and free, with home and free,
in love and free, with knowledge and free,
alone and free, with family and free,
scared and free, courageous and free.
In dance, in life, in spirit free.
Slowly accepting, taking things as they come,
being happy and appreciative.
Looking far more than just here and yet being fully present here.
In peace and free, following your heart.
Sound, self, strange.
How can I be everything? - I ask.
Why can’t you be everything? - Asks the wise voice again.
The most selfish thing you must ever do is to be everything,
while still being able to give back. Be nothing.
I understand - I say.
The wise voice laughs.
It will take long before you truly understand - it says,
but there is time.
I look inside me
and I don’t know if I look inside to honor that voice or to honor myself.
Maybe I do it for both, and for the ancestors - I think...
I really don’t know.
You do it for life! The wise voice laughs.
So just do it. Look inside and find the map to live free.
***
CARLOS
Carlos melted my heart and then he squished the life out of it, softly, in a very slow way, like the tangoes of Di Sarli, like Bahia Blanca. PAM PAM and just as you think the music ends, it suddenly starts again. It drags longer this time, complicates its rhythm.
First, it is a loud PAM, then slow, it drags its rhythm until your feet move because there is no other way, nowhere to go, they must move. The tanda must end for a new one to begin!
I suppose I loved Carlos exactly this way, like I love Bahia Blanca. He grew to be important - with time - though I suspect my heart always knew him as such. I sometimes think she still knows him as such and, every time this music plays, she lives out into the open that part of her.
My little, simple, big and strange heart: this is our secret!
We play it out into the open, when we dance but no one knows.
This is a story that moved her, my heart, as well as them, my feet. But, I also had to give up Carlos, quickly, for our hearts knew that our feet had to move on.
I wonder if in tango one always moves or if it is just an illusion.
Perhaps Carlos and I never met or never left each other.
Perhaps this was all my imagination.
Perhaps none of this makes any sense in a parallel universe.
🌷
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqFWz9_uqe0
Bahia Blanca - Carlos Di Sarli - Tango Clásico
***
WOMEN
What would life be without women?
Without the daughters, sisters, wives,
companions, mothers, grandmothers.
Yes them.
The wild, beautiful, sweet, complicated, amazing ones
dancing intimately with the waves of childhood,
womanhood, motherhood, maturity.
Never saying they are truly tired.
Never really fully accepting to be tired either
because they must believe in the beauty of life
to be able and continue it
to be able and cherish their children,
pick them up, nurture them, sweet talk them good night,
celebrate their birthdays and the moments of play.
Yes, them.
The beautiful-eyed women, young and old,
the romantic ones, the real ones,
the covered and uncovered ones.
The dancers, the weavers, the writers
the long-haired ones and the short-haired ones.
The singers, the cleaners, the cooks,
the nurturers of the soul,
the ones who cradle our dreams,
the primordial poetesses and ancient goddesses.
The ones cleaning the tears of humanity,
singing the forgotten songs of tenderness.
The most precious ones.
The eternal lovers.
Yes, them.
When you touch them, cherish them.
When you enter their sacred bodies, cherish them.
When you see them walking, flowing, moving, sensual,
praise the universe they exist.
When you plant your seed of life and longing in their being,
cherish them
for they are materializing all your dreams and theirs,
giving themselves, unconditionally, to be the carriers of life.
Great responsibility residing in their souls.
Really.
Cherish them.
What would life be without women?
As I speak to my girlfriends, telling me their stories, allowing me to read their lives in each movement they make, seeing them with their children, hearts bleeding wide open when their husbands leave them, when all seems lost and dark, yet feeling their amazing strength rise, I only bow and thank this universe for being a woman.
***
THE WILD GIRL IN ME
There I am,
there she is
the wild girl
who does not let me sleep.
She is always playing,
wild monkey
twisting thin lines of reality.
Weaving, playing, undoing.
Chaos untouched yes,
internal order of sorts yes.
Waves of tempests
hang on to your ships
I rise.
There she is.
Scary she is.
Not accepting compromise
I beg her, let me breathe.
No, she says firmly,
this is your destiny.
Play with your dreams.
I am one of you she says
don’t be afraid of me.
For the first time
I am understanding her
and letting her be.
Difficult lesson.
Difficult being.
***
🌷
THE JUNGLE DIARIES
Teachings from the Mother's womb - Part 1
Written September 2016
Perhaps being alone is just an expression; at best it is a way to describe confusion, a child of fear.
The word alone - could also mean “all - one.”
The jungle taught me to be all-one.
I WAS All-ONE, when I felt that my blood and the river moved with the same rhythm.
The jungle taught me to open all doors and windows of the quiet temple - in which my soul rests - as wide as possible, even if at first the light is too bright and the wind feels cold.
It taught me to observe the temple, walk it, smell it, see the colors inside it, touch its walls with love and care.
In the middle of the temple, it showed me a body of light (its eyes were closed) and it was resting. I was shown that just as I observed that body of light, it was also observing me.
I was told to walk inside this body of light and see the world from its eyes. I was told to feel from within that body...
And so I did.
It was that day that I felt what it means to be both the observer and the one being observed.
I felt, it means to look at yourself from your eyes and the eyes of the person in front of you simultaneously, until you cannot tell anymore which eyes you are seeing with.
Once in this place, you can then make decisions and live according to those decisions.
***
BOARDING
Written 1 September 2016
As I wait to board the plane to Bolivia, a little bird visits me...perhaps to show me how truly magical mother nature's ways are. A real reminder that we are loved and never alone.
Thank you mother of the universe!
***
A YEAR OF LOVE
Written December 2016
It has been a year of love, of infinite goodness and unimaginable depths I never knew existed, both within me and in the world. The world bathed me in luck and light this year, it bathed me in the embrace of my loved one.
It has been a year of gratitude, so much gratitude, a year each day of which has been a prayer, a song, a lesson in humility, in strength, in standing strong and in forgiving, in breaking down and in finding that we all, each of us, are medicine. Words, actions, thoughts and intentions can be the medicine this world needs so that we may all be very very happy.
And it is possible because this universe is the universe of all possibilities!
I had asked to break down all conceptual barriers of time and space this year - and I did - but, in the process, most importantly, I learned to break the barriers within me.
The road has been long, difficult at times, but very rewarding.
As it closes, this year has shaken me, it has made me think of how precious the time we have with loved ones is, how fragile every minute of everyday is and through this fragility, minutes have shown me how empowering they are if lived in love, in compassion, in unity with the universe.
It has been a year of love, of infinite goodness and unimaginable depths I never knew existed, both within me and in the world.
***
SEAGULLS OF MY IMAGINATION
Curious seagulls of my imagination
I see you there watching
above sculptures,
on roof decks of ancient temples.
You stand so rigid, so unafraid
observing, thinking, being
perhaps exactly as vultures once looked
above these cities, calculating their fall.
But you are no vultures!
You simply stand there and enjoy
the ray of light, the clouded sky
a raindrop,
an infinite space of then and now.
I envy you, or just admire the ease
with which you inspire my thoughts
my peace, my sense of joy
and watching you, I long to be free and still
above all temples, all memories
in spaciousness,
to rest.
Curious seagulls of my imagination
will you kindly rest next to me
allow me love and joy and freedom
without pain so bright and clear,
above all temples and time and fear?
***
BEING
I've been inspired lately
inspired
full of fire inside me
passion
a love explosive, unusual
most precious
this inspiration I feel.
I've been awake lately
awake
full of stories inside me
laughter
a joy explosive, unusual
most precious
this awakening in me.
I've been quiet lately
quiet
full of stillness inside me
peace,
a song explosive, unusual
most precious
this silence I have reached.
I feel inspired lately
passion
most precious
awake, lost in laughter
most precious
this quiet place,
embrace
a dream that I call me.
***
BROKEN
We walk on piles and miles of broken dreams
pieces of us we will never redeem
and we talk, we sing, we live,
convincing ourselves to forget them all.
Then, we step harder and faster on our broken wings
allowing such greed to damage us.
So I gather these pieces of me, forgotten
lost through the years, and with them
I pave the way to new beginnings.
***
REMINDERS TO SELF
"You easily lose yourself in words, become hypnotized into implicitly believing that when you have attached a word to something, you know what it is. The fact is: You don't know what it is. You have only covered up the mystery with a label. Everything, a bird, a tree, even a simple stone, and certainly a human being, is ultimately unknowable. This is because it has unfathomable depth."
- E. Tolle, A New Earth
"Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal."
- Egon Schiele
“Courage is a heart word. The root of the word is cor- the Latin word for heart. In one of its earliest forms, the word courage had a very different definition than it does today. Courage originally meant ‘To speak one’s mind by telling all one’s heart’.”
- Author unknown
"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death."
- Anais Nin
The most beautiful sea:
hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
I haven't said yet...
- Nâzım Hikmet Ran
"It is your duty in life to save your dream.”
- Amedeo Modigliani
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