Your dark skin is a canvas of beauty, a rich and deep hue that tells a story of strength and resilience. It holds the warmth of the sun’s embrace, a testament to the legacy of your ancestors. Though the world may not always recognize its worth, it is a treasure that shines like a precious gem. Like the mighty African kings and queens of old, your skin is a symbol of power and regality. It is a reminder of the heritage and legacy that runs through your veins. Embrace it, celebrate it, for it is a part of your identity … Continue reading Beauty

Throw away the opinions that cloud your vision, the likes and dislikes that divide your heart. Embrace the before-thinking mind, the pure essence of your being that knows no judgment, no bias. In this state of mind, we are all the same. Your before-thinking mind, my before-thinking mind, they are one and the same. And in this oneness, we find our true substance, the essence of our being that connects us to the universe. The tree, the mountain, the cloud, and you – we are all one. In the before-thinking mind, there are no words to separate us, no concepts … Continue reading Throw it all away, strip yourself naked!

Bury me with the red leaves flying off the trees,Crimson whispers, caught in twilight’s breeze.Shower me with the words you spoke in your sleep,Soft murmurs of love, a promise to keep. Bathe me so the water grazes my skin like your lips,Gentle caress of autumn’s fingertips.Kiss me with the passion I so dearly miss,Linger on my soul, an eternal abyss. ❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Interlude of Autumnal Dreams

There exists a delicate exile for our souls, a whispered secret beyond the boundaries of this world. This place, hidden behind an unassuming door, sits high above in the attic of our consciousness. It is a narrow, ethereal gap through which we slip away, seeking solace from the chaos below. In this sanctuary, time is a gentle breeze, and the weight of our burdens dissipates like morning mist. Here, we recover the fragments of ourselves lost to the whirlwinds of life. We rest, cradled by the embrace of stillness, as the wounds of our spirit mend, weaving themselves into a … Continue reading Exile

Remember my love, when we danced in the realm of invincibility, when our love knew no bounds, when it soared beyond the ordinary. Recall those days when we clung to summer’s warmth amidst winter’s chill, embracing the elegance of clouds, the freedom of birds, and the innocence of youth. Remember when we felt immortal, unscathed by wounds, untouched by pain. We once dwelled in a world untouched by wreckage, where we embraced heights and integers alone. Peace was our comforting blanket, enchantment our daily rhythm, rest our sanctuary, and miracles our routine. Remember, my love, when we left room for … Continue reading Remember