I remember all the battles that I have fought and all the scars that show I had lost. And losing wasn’t the problem; it was that I cared too much. I would try to act like I could walk out the door and there would be rainbows and a garden full of butterflies and flowers sitting right in front of me. But it was all just a fantasy. These battles that so many of us face—depression, starvation, self-harm, discrimination, addiction—keep knocking at our doors. We dread getting up to open the door for them, knowing full well what they’ll do … Continue reading ‘Cause every little thing is going to be all right…

The situation in Gaza has become a poignant reminder of the selective nature of activism and the imperative for unwavering advocacy for human rights, irrespective of one’s background or ethnicity. The resounding silence in the face of such injustice serves as a stark wake-up call, underscoring the pressing need for sustained efforts to address human rights violations. It is essential for individuals, regardless of their own background, to take a stand against oppression and lend their voices in support of those enduring suffering. The call for solidarity is not just a moral imperative, but a political one, as it demands … Continue reading Gaza has taught me …

Não, eu não escolhi lutar sempre. Alguns dias, simplesmente viro o travesseiro para o outro lado e deixo o dia fluir, em anonimato, cinza e indolor. E então, num momento de pausa, eu me lembro de quem sou (ou, melhor, de quem acredito ser). Lembro-me dos compromissos, das faces amadas que iluminam minha vida… e digo a mim mesmo: tudo bem, até hoje, eles ainda estão aqui. E é por essa razão que me sinto como um guerreiro. Porque, dia após dia, como um mantra, sou capaz de repetir esta frase, e é a mais pura verdade: até hoje, ainda … Continue reading Meu Mantra

Today, as the sun rises high in the sky, may my eyes hold no malice, no bitterness, no lie. May they shine with a clarity, a purity of heart, Reflecting the love that I wish to impart. May thoughtfulness guide my voice, as I speak with intention and choice. May my words be a balm, a salve to the soul, bringing comfort and peace, making others feel whole. And as I reach out to touch those around me, may my hands be gentle, loving, and kind, A symbol of the love that I carry inside, a reminder that we are … Continue reading Prayer for peace …

I love letters, I love words, I love sentences and fragments of sentences. For me, writing is a mysterious dance between these fragments and my feelings – each continually tugging at the other for the truth. Writing can be troubling and tenuous. It slips so easily from my grasp one minute, then wraps around me like a needy lover the next. It is inside me and yet exists beyond me. I try to wade deep into its flow, but often feel I’m only skimming the surface of something I don’t truly understand. In those moments of fleeting grasp, I sense … Continue reading Letters & Words

Wouldn’t it be a most wondrous day when the self-proclaimed followers of Christ truly embodied his teachings? When they stood alongside the marginalized and the downtrodden, speaking out against injustice and lifting the voices of the oppressed. Imagine a world where the tenets of love, compassion, and empathy were not just spoken, but lived out in every action and every decision. In this world, the weary would find solace, the broken would find mending, and the forgotten would find their voices amplified. It would be a day of true unity, where the plight of the oppressed was not just acknowledged, … Continue reading A glorious day!

I wanted to record my dreams, so that one day, I could watch them unfold before my eyes. Imagine the wonder of revisiting the landscapes of my subconscious, seeing the tapestry of my hopes, fears, and adventures play out in vivid detail. In these dreams, mountains turn into waves, and ordinary moments become extraordinary. Each night, I journey through realms where the impossible becomes possible, and the lines between reality and fantasy blur. Capturing these moments would be like bottling the essence of my soul, preserving the ephemeral whispers of my deepest thoughts and desires. To watch my dreams would … Continue reading Dear Dreamkeeper,

Before I poured my soul into poetry, I harbored a fervent energy that urged me to venture into realms unknown. It beckoned me to undertake endeavors that elevated my spirit, that tore me open at the seams, and ignited a flame within me, allowing me to dwell within myself without longing for more. At last, my fingers met the page, and in that moment, I discovered a profound truth: bliss does not reside in escape, but in immersion, in acceptance, and in embodiment. Many wander through life as strangers to themselves, never truly embracing their own essence. It’s imperative to … Continue reading Into poetry …

Nowhere to run. No secret trap doors. No meditating it away. No hiding out in the present moment. The only way out is through. Into the arms of the beloved, in whatever form he or she happens to take. Into our own arms, and into the unresolvable mysteries of separation and union. Perhaps there are none which are sweeter. And fiercer. And darker. And filled with light… In the labyrinth of life, where escape routes are illusions and shortcuts mere fantasies, we find that the true path is the one we walk with eyes wide open. There is no evading … Continue reading Let us Face the Music and Dance

She spoke with a wisdom that resonated deeply, “If we cannot revel in each other’s poetry, then there is nothing here. You cannot share the intimacy of another’s body each night and fail to find beauty in their language.” For in the whispers of our words, in the verses of our souls, lies the true essence of connection. To intertwine with another is to embrace the symphony of their thoughts, the cadence of their emotions, and the melody of their being. It is to cherish the artistry of their expression, to find solace in the verses that dance from their … Continue reading Body language