If my heart stops beating, by and byIf my eyes don’t blink either closed or openTake me to the mountains, take me to the worldLet me hear birdsong unfiltered by pollutionLet me taste snow upon an unmoving lipLet me feel the breeze passed from aspen to pine to meLet me live in the wilds one last timeIf I rise again there is life still within meBe it one ounce, one grain, one cell,one molecule of life it will breed, it will growAnd I will be infused with life once moreIf I still do not move, bury me hereBut do not … Continue reading If

Skin, oh, how it speaks! Beneath my fingertips, it unravels stories—the delicate script of longing and desire. Each ridge, each curve, a chapter waiting to be explored. It’s like Braille, a language of touch that transcends mere sensation. I read you there, my fingers deciphering the map of your existence—the rise and fall of your breath, the hidden scars, the promises etched into your very being. And then, on my tongue, your name dances—a sweet syllable, a secret shared between heartbeats. It tastes of moonlight and stolen kisses, of whispered dreams and tangled limbs. Your name, a constellation in the … Continue reading Poetry of the night

The masterpiece begins with a pencil sketch—a hesitant line on blank paper, unsure of its purpose. Yet within that graphite stroke lies the seed of creation—the spark that will ignite galaxies. The novel, too, emerges from chaos, its first draft a tempest of characters and plot twists, seeking coherence. In this messiness, stories take root, their roots burrowing deep into the soil of imagination. And the symphony begins with a simple hum—a melody whispered over morning coffee, each sip carrying a chord, a rhythm, inviting the composer to orchestrate the universe. Every great creation—the cathedrals, the sonnets, the revolutions—starts with … Continue reading Masterpiece

We live in a world where ignorance is often embraced with pride. However, we must remember that ignorance is not a chosen burden, but a condition inherited from birth. Each individual is born without knowledge, but throughout life, we are granted the opportunity to learn and grow. One symptom is not knowing things, and another is not wanting to know things. Ignorance can be a condition in which a person finds themselves, and also something they actively strive to maintain, remaining obtuse and full of pride in their own arrogance. Allowing this ignorance to remain and flourish is a curious … Continue reading Cursed Legacy

We are all dependent on others to varying degrees. A language that denies this fact fuels a system that obscures the ways in which other people care for us. Words such as independence, self-reliance and self-made help create, and are created by, a dynamic within which people are ignored and devalued. Joan Tronto reminds us that by “not noticing how pervasive and central care is to human life, those who are in positions of power and privilege can continue to ignore and degrade the activities of care and those who give care.” Independence is perhaps the most fundamental of our … Continue reading Take good care of your love ones …

  Written in August 2012  There is this disembodied sadness that comes from having had, and then not having at all. The presence of touch traded in for the presence of absence. How awful it is. Sundays are for coffee and never opening your eyes long enough to look the day in the eye. But it’s night now, and I’m tired, and tomorrow morning, I’ll wake up and we’ll be where we were when we weren’t with each other. Miles and miles and miles away. But still, dwelling on things that shouldn’t be dwelt upon isn’t good for any organ … Continue reading Tonight

I grew up and out of what to you may seem a somewhat peculiar, tumultuous and difficult childhood, where I met many times with experiences that bruised my soul. Of course I had an ideal world in mind, but that world clashed hopelessly and irreconcilably with the reality of my life. As humbling as this all was, I don’t know why it works like this, friend. But it seems that we only learn to fly once we stop fearing falling; we only realize the value of our own heart once we have had it broken. Still, the recurring principle is … Continue reading Belonging

Frederick F. Flack said, “Most people can look back over the years and identify a time and place at which their lives changed significantly. Whether by accident or design, these are the moments when, because of a readiness within us and a collaboration with events occurring around us, we are forced to seriously reappraise ourselves and the conditions under which we live and to make certain choices that will affect the rest of our lives.” Think for a moment about a significant change in your own life. Did you resist or did you embrace it with excitement and hope? Change … Continue reading Frederick Flack

I am yet to understandThe shaded areas of my soul.I’m yet to discoverThe dark regions of my mindI’m yet to exploreThe unknown corners of my heart.I’m yet to find outWhat exactly excites my spirit.I’m yet to unfold myselfI’m yet to know the hidden one in me.With all the complicationsThat has taken root deep within meI would still like to believeThat I’m just another simpletonWho finds pleasureIn the little things of lifeA coffee with a friendA book at night before sleepA warm smile to some unknown strangerWhose hair has turned grey & bones grown weaker.Life in its purest form is simpleBut … Continue reading Understanding

J’ai aux pores des songes le trouble de mes rimes,L’infini de tes silences, le désert d’un désir orphelin,Une pensée rebelle à en savourer les reflets opalins,Et tous les feux où miroite le bleu des lueurs intimes …❤ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Pores