Eu enxergo futuros. Eu os encontro nas entrelinhas dos seus porquês; os reconheço entre os movimentos do seu corpo. O intervalo, a pulsação, os silêncios, o olhar, os suspiros te confessam. Eu enxergo futuros entre xícaras de café; entre as mágoas; entre os sonhos. Eu enxergo futuros porque te vejo dirigindo-se para lá. Adianta dizer-lhe de precipícios e erros? Adianta a preocupação e o prognóstico das misérias e reincidências? Solicita-me palavras para ocupar-se. Pede-me verdade como álibi para os seus enganos. Eu enxergo futuros, mas não sei das respostas. Porque são nas perguntas que deveria se reconhecer: pela entonação dos … Continue reading Eu enxergos futuros…

I used to think that I understood everything I needed to know about the world. I knew who I wanted to be, I knew where I wanted to go, I knew what I wanted in my life, and everything just seemed so simple. I mistakenly underestimated the world as it showed me more surprises than I could ever imagine, tested me for things that I was and may never be prepared for, and literally turned upside down just whenever I thought that I had it all figured out again. You see, the world is uglier than I thought was possible … Continue reading My World…

When I was younger, my world seemed so small. I would pass the same people in the school hallways a thousand times until they became familiar faces, adventures with friends would remain within walking distance from each other’s houses, and I would know all the names of people in my class. The weird thing is that as I grew older, my world expanded exponentially to the point that it became all too easy to get lost in. When you begin to meet other people that you haven’t grown up with, you begin to realize just how important a childhood is. … Continue reading Diversity…

Was love always this complicated or are we the cause of its complexity? Wasn’t there a time love wasn’t bewildering, intimidating, and terrifying? Why is it that this feeling and emotion that is so universally known has come to a point in society where it seems to be so misunderstood? It’s sad how love has been severely limited to money, looks, acting a certain way and social status’. It’s a shame of how corrupt love has become that society is learning how to define love rather than let it remain as that undefinable feeling that you feel within. Why does … Continue reading When Did It Get So Complicated?

Minutes;time elapsed not in seconds but breaths, the inflation of lungs with something sweeter than air, an ephemeral etherea that dissipated altogether like the fog of morn Glances;your eyes were my eyes, held within my own like a precious gem one only parts with in death, we peered into one another with a fond anticipation of finding something -anything, what-exactly-we-hadn’t-a-clue -worth keeping for eternity Breath;in case my lungs collapsed I carried the comfort of knowing that I could always breathe through yours, and vice versa, until that which we breathed in should itself become too heavy for us both to … Continue reading Things we stole (with no intention of returning):

Sometimes, when I write, it’s like rubbing myself to ecstasy. I keep it, mostly in my body, where it can roll and plunge and climax and scream. I’ve not been stingy about it; I’m known for being generous with my passion and art. Or my ecstasy. I like the tension of holding it all out. I like feeling taut like a guitar string stretched one turn short of snapping. When your meaty fingertips glide past me sideways, I use it to make rolling melodies that glide down the neck of my instrument; I catch it in my belly, savor it … Continue reading Where I come from…

The commitment to our immediate embodied experience is the most radical commitment we could ever make. To commit to this life — right here, right now, as it is — is the unbearable and direct path into the love and freedom that we all so long for. When sadness comes calling, grief appears, shame arrives, anxiety comes for coffee, do not mistake them for ordinary visitors, for they come as grace —messengers from beyond. Inside every feeling, each sensation, and every flow of emotion is a secret doorway into the center of the heart. Let us allow these guests to … Continue reading Here in this body are the sacred rivers…

How well did I love? It may feel as if today is just another ordinary day, in an ordinary life, on an ordinary star. We meet the morning and we’re just not sure. Don’t I have some problems I need to attend to? I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong, just somehow off a bit. Isn’t there? Isn’t there someone I need to become? Something to resolve and figure out? Change in some way? Shift? Transform? Manifest something? Awaken? Heal? It is so easy to take for granted that tomorrow will come, that another opportunity will be given to witness a … Continue reading Did I love?

If a child were to appear at your door: cold, scared, and tired from a long journey… If he or she were anxious, in despair, full of rage, or confused… Would you refuse entry to the little one? Would you tell him to come back once he dissolved his fear, replaced his anger with gratitude, and clarified his confusion? When she healed her anxiety, mended her broken heart, and transformed her deep feeling of unworthiness? Would you require these things before you allowed the little one in, held him, and provided shelter for her raw vulnerability to rest from an … Continue reading If a child …

My mother … The time cannot take away all images, moments lived and emotions, although she did not remember anything else — she had Alzheimer’s disease lost in a dark hole — her memory spoke for herself…She was a stronghold, a wall, and her faith nurtured herself with hope, at that time I could not understand her with all her dogmas and beliefs, maybe I was so immature, so selfish to feel the things in another way; living in her own skin and know she was me, the sum and experience of another time. In the end, we are just … Continue reading My mother…