I look for a poem that gives you a new begining; by the verse that celebrates you. I insistently look for the page that explains you with the most special word of tenderness and soul, but you’re not in the semantic or rhymes, you’re not in the books. You are in me and this explains everything, since there is no history of you before us, precisely because I have no history before you. I invented another one to learn to navigate the absences and go through delays. I made up myself in the past for no other purpose than to … Continue reading I look for a poem…

Some might say, a Man should never bow or kneel. To which I would reply, the Man that fears falling to his knees, is neither a man without faith nor a Man that is real. A real Man will deeply feel and cry for another, take care of family, love and honor his mother. He will have strong values and stand up for what is right, and not feel diminished to walk away from a fight. His character shines true, he lives with respect, taking time to listen, ponder and reflect. He means what he says and says what he … Continue reading A real man, a tiger man…

In the infinite wonder of nature there are no two galaxies alike. Each little snowflake crystal is different from the others, and every footprint is unique. The divine plan comes into clear focus: We are each a divine creation, here for a purpose. On the higher level, which is humanity, that purpose is a noble one – to grow spiritually. And yet we humans persistently block our own growth by comparing ourselves with others. We bog down in excessive admiration of what others have done, or are doing, and this results in a residue of self-doubt which stifles creativity and … Continue reading Make your way to home…

You my love are like a continent for which love inherits the very substance of every curve and crevice. I would love to explore your hills and valleys for an eternity and continue to find new land, refreshed by each new discovery in your body. I love the way your laugh tickles my heart and the way you fill my empty spaces with light is imaginable. Your eyes remind me of gentle cerulean waves crashing softly onto the shore. Our love is dipped and served in the brightest moonlight and laced together in our DNA. I swear the spellbinding melody … Continue reading Oh my love…

I seldom do. I toiled so hard, and practiced so hard. And I cried even harder and berated myself even harder. I called myself stupid, idiot, dumb, dunderhead. There were times that I would escape to the ladies’ room and punch the door of the stall. I was that frustrated. Meanwhile, I did well in debates, and writing, and English class (English is not my first language). Everything came easy for me in those fields because I love reading. I excelled in the weaker fields, so they would say. And how I wished with my whole heart that everything was … Continue reading Balance…

Love said your name and you did not listen. Love sat next to you and you distracted yourself with banalities. Love insisted and you ignored it. Love embellished your face, your heart with flowers and colors, but you forgot it. Love whispered to you and you heard nothing. Love has been simpler than ever and you have complicated it. The love that was obvious, you believe it never existed. The pain said your name and you got ready for it. Sadness sat down and you paid attention on it. Longing insisted and you grabbed it. Loneliness decorated your home and … Continue reading Love said your name…

We are not separate from the pulse and wisdom of the natural world as our bodies are always in direct connection with the energies of this planet. Every one of us mimics the earth with our daily and seasonal cycles, and we’re comprised of the very same elements. Place your hands into soil to feel grounded. Wade in water to feel emotionally healed. Fill your lungs with fresh air to feel mentally clear. Raise your face to the heat of the sun to reconnect with your fire and own immensity. Let your body love what it loves, and what it … Continue reading Let your body love…

She cries in the letters, she hurts in the lines. Her pencil is a torn garment giving away rags of beautiful details. And in any one she found her victory and her lyricism, less in her chest. She blames heaven, earth, and thorns for her misunderstandings. She lost her guide, forgot her map, burned welfare manual. Rebirth was today only dictionary entry. A solitary astronaut contemplating the fear among the stars, she cried in the void of emptiness, for ransom. She raffles in the texts that will smile, that will cry; and in her case, tear was her tap. She … Continue reading She cries poems, lines…

Before I churned words onto poems, I felt I was bursting with something that dared me to do things. Things that elevated, things that split me open at the core, things that touched my inner fire so that I could inhabit myself for a small time without the ache for something more. Finally, my fingers found the page, and it was only then that I learned this: bliss isn’t found in the escape. It’s instead, in the entering, the embracing, and the embodying. Some go their entire lives as strangers to themselves. Be sure to learn the keys to your … Continue reading Before …

Be honest with me; how many of you have read or written pieces about looking into the eyes of the one you love and feeling home? Well, I am going to contradict all of you and say that I do not think you feel that sense of home, of comfort, when you look into their eyes, but when you melt into their kiss. That one hundred percent mutual, eyes closed tight, passionate, emotional kiss. You feel every inch of that kiss. The muscles in your lips tightening, pressing confidently into theirs: every line and crack identified. Your chest locked into … Continue reading Home …