She comes from places of the seen and unseen world.
She casts a brightness in the shadows of dim rooms.
She opens as they try to shrink her;
Fold her into tiny pieces of a shredded past… Life…
She rests in her skin, in her thousand letters,
In her own eye, lip… fingertip.
She comes alive, thrashing darkness,
Into the thick forest,
Into the moonlight,
To cool into Being her.
She’s authentic.
She’s imperfect.
She’s a kind of woman
many question and wonder.
I too, ask of her…
“Who are you?”
Yours Truly,
Me.
Colored Sea
The Sun gazed into my eyes and asked about my soul.
Is it really that simple?
Look again…
Can you see all of Me?
These eyes are a colored sea.
Come.
Soak.
Swim.
They stain the shirt upon your shoulder.
Drops of blue, colors of the moon.
Sail.
Warm winds scatter dreams.
Wild waves wash tears.
Push further…
Far into the sea.
Into the colors of me.
Yours Truly,
Water.
When Water Speaks
Water spoke.
So, I answered.
I came and I watched.
I played and I waited.
Then, I spoke.
So, water answered.
It came and it watched.
It played and it waited.
Until our lungs were seduced into slow waves.
It whispered a breath –
Take off life for a bit.
Rest.
A swirl of wind danced with my face.
I know, I know – It spoke once more,
Easing the freshness to pour in.
Yours Truly,
Air.
Movement
Where do dreams go?
White, black, dusk of day, burning sight.
Self.
Expression.
Wild.
Gentle.
Soothing oceans.
Heavy devotions.
A movement
through.
The invisible walls of
You.
Yours Truly,
Creativity.
Every face I see, paints a different shade of me.
A multicolored woman.
We can view one person,
one moment,
one experience,
or one life in one particular way.
A simple snapshot.
Or we can see it in layers.
There is no one dimension to who we are.
And the beauty is we can change, all of it…
In a blink of an eye.
Yours Truly,
My Eye is Twitching.
Broken Night
I can’t sleep.
Most nights still.
A familiar voice navigates the way to find me.
Strangely, I anticipate it.
I know it will come.
These broken nights shape their stories.
Leftover pieces of castaway dreams.
Adrift,
They float in the lost sea.
Nowhere to anchor.
Nowhere to rest.
They fade into the fog of another quiet morning.
Yours Truly,
Dawn.
Breaking
Breaking with dawn.
Shaky voice in my heart.
Rainy night.
Sun awaits.
Weeping dream.
Glittered face.
Courage runs in place.
Daring winds.
Changing moon.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Wake.
Wake.
Wake.
Yours Truly,
4 A.M.
Lucid Dream
On my way to a place.
Enlivening wonder.
Lifting higher.
Where will I go?
Where will it take me?
The truth?
My truth?
The lucid truth of another?
Drops of rain.
On my face.
Streaming down.
Slowly.
Into the waters below.
Me.
On my way to a place.
It’s a dream. A lucid dream.
I’ve been. I’ve seen.
Coming and going.
I stay nowhere.
It takes me.
Far and high.
So I can…
Fly.
Yours Truly,
Wind.
I’ve left.
I’ve returned.
Countless times.
In a thought.
A memory.
A swollen watery eye…
A quiet and swift movement.
One action, million reactions…
I Am…
A revolution.
A new way.
I am changing.
Reshaping.
I’m someone I’ve been searching for…
Yours Truly,
Uprising.
The Moon Child
This moon of mine.
Tonight.
A grand pearl amongst the depths of a mysterious night.
Shine on.
Shine on, my friend.
Be you, so I can be Me.
Yours Truly,
Mystic.
Missing
Where are You? Where are You?? Where are You???
Yours Truly,
My Soul.
Seasons
Sometimes I want to close all the windows,
Pull down the shades,
Lock the door and … Sleep, inside of me.
My soul is exhausted.
Yours Truly,
Temporary Hibernation.
Side Talk
Dear Sadness,
I can feel you coming. It’s not too far away now.
Landing. Spreading … Into me.
It’s been quite a while. Did you miss me?
I haven’t at all. Just know, you can’t stay for long.
A day or two at most. I don’t have time for such distractions.
Yours Truly,
Happiness.
Dear Happiness,
I come but not for you.
I come because I have to.
I’ll move through you, collecting, clearing what I can.
To make new space. It’s my job. You’ll thank me later.
Yours Truly,
Sadness.
With certainty now, I’ve learned… after many failed attempts…
Not all truths need to be spoken.
Yours Truly,
Think Before You Speak.
Lens
It’s all about perspective.
A vision of life’s captions.
Piecing In.
A new story.
The way I dream it.
Yours Truly,
Photomontage.
Journey
Find your very own Mt. Everest.
Climb it.
Against all odds, climb it!
And become the thing dreams are made of.
Yours Truly,
Summit.
Listen
The heart wants what it wants.
….But what is it that your heart really wants?
Yours Truly,
Say it. Say it aloud!
Home
The city lights are nice,
But
I need space.
And stars.
Mostly just stars.
That’s where my heart lives.
Yours Truly,
Galaxy.
Lover
For the hopeless and broken.
Seduced by emotions.
The future is a scattered dream.
Yours Truly,
Darkness sleeps with me.
From the Book of Life.
There is a certain comfort in… knowing.
There is a certain comfort in… not knowing.
Both equal.
Both gratifying.
Yours
Truly,
Contentment.
Friends
When I was a child, I had imaginary friends.
As an adult, it seems, a few of my friendships were of similar illusion.
And just like my childhood allies; fantasies do outgrow their pretense.
Yours Truly,
Permanently closing the business of pleasing others.
The Answer to Every Situation
To Accept.
Yours Truly,
Moving along with the current.
Fact
It’s a scientific fact that all experiences penetrate into your very Being.
They live in each magnificent cell.
Every significant moment will stay somewhere, as something…
Imprinted energy roaming the bloodstream.
Yours Truly,
The Body Remembers.
Searching for a Lighthouse
Where is the Sun? The Moon? The Stars?…. The Light? Any light?
Yours Truly,
Hope.
She travels every day.
She travels multiple times, any time.
She finally learned these places are real.
She lives in different dimensions.
She’s no longer frightened or perturbed.
This is the only way.
Her “highway.”
Yours Truly,
Medium.
Travels
Take a day off
and
Sleep. Dream…
Then,
Sleep and dream some more.
Travel within yourself.
To places you might have forgotten about.
Emotions.
Explore them.
Comfort them.
And when the fog clears,
You’ll see – The views are spectacular!
Yours Truly,
Meditation.
The Bird Within
My daughter asked,
“Mommy, why can’t I fly?”
I said, “You don’t have wings.”
She questioned, “Why?”
I answered simply,
“Because you’re not a bird.”
And then it came to me,
“Yes, you do!
Your wings are in your heart.
Spread them wide and strong.
Because you are a bird,
Fly high and soar.
The sky has no limit,
Nor do your dreams.
Believe that you can,
It’s all in your reach.
And if ever in doubt,
Look deep in your soul,
Where the answers reside to all that you need to know.”
Yours Truly,
Unconditional Love
Inheritance
My daughter and her emotions are quite a pair.
I’m not surprised.
She is, after all, my creation.
Yours Truly,
DNA.
Gently
Feeling each movement.
So very, very gently.
Yours Truly,
Pregnant with Love.
I love watching him.
In
the sun.
The
warmth on my skin; on his skin.
Penetrating
rays wake him.
And
he begins to move,
twist,
and
form my belly into disproportional shapes.
I
love watching him,
As
he turns towards the sun,
the
light,
the
brilliance.
We
rest.
Recharge
in
the solar power.
Connecting
with my body’s creation,
and
my own created body.
In
the Sun. With my Son.
Yours Truly,
Love
Source.
A New Chance.
A New Life.
Growing.
Changing.
Beginning.
In Me.
In Me.
Inside
of
ME.
A heartbeat of his own.
Yours Truly,
My Son.
A tiny little thing.
Rapid heartbeat.
Breathtaking.
A body in my body.
First sweet home.
A tiny little thing.
Safely tucked inside.
Blooming to life.
Yours Truly,
Miracle.
Twenty Two
693,792,000 sec. = 11,563,200 min. = 192,720 hrs. = 8,030 days =
1,144 weeks = 264 months =
22 years…
Yours Truly,
When My Mother Passed.
A Place
Somewhere between everything and nothing is a field.
Find me there.
Resting with you.
Hand in hand.
Heart to heart.
Yours Truly,
Afterlife.
Grieving My Mother
Swelling
with tenderness.
My guide.
My light.
My connection to everything which
I became… Which
I AM.
Yours Truly,
Daughter.
Emptiness
She’s gone.
He’s gone.
Yours Truly,
Orphan.
Nourishment
Right Now.
In this very moment.
Put everything down.
Put your thoughts and emotions on a feathered pillow.
And become the softest thing you can be.
Lay it gently in your being.
Feel your tenderness.
Your realness.
Feel your body’s enigmatic tingle.
Its warmth. Its lightness. Its greatness.
Ask the softness to stay for a bit longer.
Rest with yourself.
In yourself.
And feel the Devine reunion of Spirit.
Yours Truly,
Becoming
Whole.
Drop your name into the ocean.
Wait.
Listen to its whispers.
A white sail glides across the evening sky
Collecting stars.
Into the water they fall,
Spelling out your dreams.
Destiny calls.
Yours Truly,
Shooting Star.
The way it builds up.
Slowly releases and holds once more.
The way it moves, stays and swings away.
In whirls and swirls of a two-step.
We dance.
We dance.
The Tango in a red dress.
We dance.
Yours Truly,
Passion.
Some relationships are so intense;
they must sink 10,000 feet under the sea,
Just to cool off …. in its mystery.
Yours Truly,
Titanic.
If Love…
If love had a smell, then surely it would smell of You.
Yours Truly,
Spring.
The One Breath
I’ve said it only once.
I’ve said it only once in my life, to only one…
I keep it in me, still.
Tightly inside my chest.
It’s the one breath I cannot exhale…
Yours Truly,
In Love.
If You Hesitate
“If you hesitate between me and another person, don’t choose me.”
Please.
Please.
Don’t choose me.
It means,
I’m not the one for you…
You’re not the one for me.
Yours Truly,
Without a Doubt.
A Spell
I held no magic.
I had no powers.
It was he,
who enchanted me.
Yours Truly,
Magician.
Echo
“You’re my friend till the day I die.”
…”Till the day I die.”
…”Till the day I die.”
Yours Truly,
Premature death of the one that spoke too soon.
Don’t lose.
Don’t lose your True Self.
I beg of You.
Remember your heart, my friend.
For the ego is a hungry parasite.
Don’t let it consume you alive.
Yours Truly,
Courage.
Time
I want to hold on to you for dear life.
But I know spring is coming,
and with each changing season the odds are against us.
It’s inevitable.
You will leave, as predicted.
And the feeling of longing will crash into the walls of time…
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
As I fall asleep, I wake up…
Yours Truly,
Stay.
The Way We Love
We love in extreme ways…. In the beauty and in the wild.
Yours Truly,
When Two Hearts Collide.
I want to remember.
I choose to remember.
Only the best of You.
A piece of Me.
But,
I don’t want to know.
I choose not to know.
The stranger at my window.
Yours Truly,
The Outsider.
When Night Falls
I still talk. To him.
In my head.
Loudly.
I have deep conversations.
Explanations.
Argumentations.
After hours.
I get nowhere.
Yours Truly,
Talking in my Sleep.
Blocked
The most frustrating thing ever is
When you have it in you and you want to get it out.
But, it’s blocked by his blood,
Some place between truth and lies.
Yours Truly,
Secrets.
BB
There is a type of hurt.
A deep sting.
That spoils all the honey,
whenever I try to remember the sweetness.
Yours Truly,
Bitter.
Change
Have you forgotten yet?
How it changed you?
How it liberated you?
And how it imprisoned you, too?
How it lit?
And how it burned?
How it stayed?
And how it left?
How it spoke?
And how it deafened?
How it breathed?
And how it choked?
How it lived?
And how it died?
How it felt?
How did it really feel?
Yours Truly,
The Irony of Forgetting is that You Remember.
Physical
It’s on my skin.
In my blood.
How do I remove such stain?
Undo you from my breath?
The smell absorbed on my lips.
Fingertips.
Woven in my hair.
Permanently in the eye’s glare.
I cannot live with you in me this way.
Yours Truly,
In my Blood.
I’ve Known You Always
I knew you before
I met you.
When spring bloomed in softness.
And the sun was warm enough.
When days and nights were just right.
And I didn’t have to rush home.
But the season in you changed.
Wandering away from Me.
Summer became too hot.
Fall was too windy.
And winter,
Well,
Winter was always made of ice.
Yours Truly,
Seasons.
Moon Therapy
The moons in me come and go.
The night sky friend sits low.
A mid-winter night’s talk.
Life is a magnificent mystery,
As the shadows break into light.
Yours Truly,
Solstice.
When Ready
Layers of words weaving,
Feeling. Connecting but not receiving…
The time will come.
Yes. It will come…
I could write it all out.
I could paint a detailed picture.
But,
The seasons haven’t changed.
And I wait in stillness,
For the rains to pour,
When he returns to me like water.
Yours Truly,
Patience.
I’ve Known
I’ve known men who live in deafening boldness, and those who thunder softly in their hearts.
Those who speak words fearlessly, and those whose voices speak in deeds.
Those who love immensely, and those who are immensely loved.
Those who hold their fists in anger, and those who hold their fists for peace.
Those who cry for change, and those who change so they can cry.
Those who see complexity in the simple, and those who are simply complex.
Those who educate the ignorant, and those who ignorantly educate.
I’ve known the free and the confined; the content and the depressed; the honest and the deceitful.
But the more people I meet, the less I need to know. The differences blur.
A man is a man… Any man. The ones I’ve known, know, will know, or will never know.
A man – nameless reflection of a billion parallel mirrors, forming a billion unique faces.
All comes from one and the same.
Unity.
To be apart, breaks us within.
The irony of the human experience.
Yours Truly,
Mirror.
Anger
When the heart is set on fire.
When there is more to scream out than can be heard.
When you want to beat his chest until it bleeds.
Until he’s bruised and scarred like you.
Until his tears flow down his face just like yours.
Until the heaviness in your heart drops into the ocean’s depths.
Until he knows.
Until he feels the fire,
Anger burns inside.
Yours Truly,
Screaming in Flames.
Answers
Some answers really do take a long time to arrive at your doorstep…
Invite them in.
Yours Truly,
Consciousness Knocking.
The Last Page
I look forward to a good ending.
Happy or sad.
All endings are meant to be what they are.
Let them.
Yours Truly,
A Story.