“The crowd outside continued shouting furiously, but suddenly their cries became lamentations and tears, I’m blind, I’m blind, they were all saying and asking, Where is the door, there was a door here and now it’s gone.” In this haunting moment from Saramago, we are confronted with a profound truth: our suffering is an intrinsic part of our existence, a vicious cycle that we both inflict and endure. If there is a god, then at least there is someone other than humanity to blame for our unspeakable suffering—a suffering we experience precisely because we impose it on ourselves and others. … Continue reading Hopeless

As I walk the sacred path of my tribal heritage, I am deeply connected to the wise gardeners of the past. These benevolent souls nurtured the seeds of wisdom and knowledge, guiding me through life’s labyrinth. They embraced me amidst the small and illiterate, the poor and patched up, seeing beyond the surface to recognize the potential within me. With their guidance, I received the invaluable gift of humility, learning countless life lessons. They showed me that true greatness lies not in wealth or status, but in the ability to empathize and uplift others. They taught me the importance of … Continue reading Gardeners

I have bled pages from my soul, crafting lines truer than emotions dare to admit, and penning longings so profound that my tongue falters at their weight. The poet’s words are not mere inked letters on parchment; they are the breath, the life, and the very essence of existence. To write is to live, and without this sacred act, my soul would wither. If every pencil and tablet were to vanish from the earth, I would turn to nature as my journal and humanity as my blank page. I would inscribe songs upon every heart, etching poems with each sunrise … Continue reading Each Word, Each Verse

We shall grow together, intertwined, as your roots connect with mine, creating a foundation of unbreakable strength. Pour into me and become my chlorophyll, nourishing my soul so that when the light of truth shines upon us, the grass on this side of love grows ever greener. Together, we flourish, radiant and eternal. In this garden of our making, we find solace in each other’s presence, our leaves rustling with the whispers of tender moments shared. The sunlight filters through our intertwined branches, casting dappled shadows that dance upon the ground, a testament to the harmony we have cultivated. Every … Continue reading Growing together

Within every writer, there exists a living womb, nurturing the seeds of creativity. It cradles, like a cherished child, the poem that yearns to be born, the song that must be sung and woven into the fabric of the world. This fertile space within us pulses with life, each heartbeat echoing the rhythm of words yet to be written, melodies yet to be heard. The writer’s soul becomes a vessel, carrying the weight of unwritten verses and unsung harmonies, destined to be shared with the universe. In this sacred act of creation, we find our truest purpose, giving voice to … Continue reading Germinating …

Take that thing that happened to you and whisper it to your shower head. Let the warm water wash it away, carrying it down the drain alongside the dirt of the day. Set a fire and dance around the flames, spit that thing into the blue blaze and watch it dissolve into the brilliance of burning. Hold it in your hand, fold it like those little paper fortune tellers from childhood, but do not let it dictate your future; crush it in your fist. Return to that place where it all began, roll that thing into a cigarette, light it, … Continue reading Take all bad things …

Mommy, in the sanctuary of your embrace, I seek permission to feel the full spectrum of life’s emotions. Grant me the right to pursue happiness without fear, to cherish the joy that springs from my heart. Bestow upon me the strength to move forward, to face the world with courage and determination. Wrap me in your loving arms, for there, I find solace and security, a place where my spirit can truly rest. Lend me your voice, powerful and unwavering, so I may scream out my truths and dreams. Give me everything I need to forge a heart that is … Continue reading Mother

The sun cast a golden spell upon the world, waking up with a gentle caress before others even noticed the light washing through their windows. I had a place to be that day, someone waiting with a whispered word and a brand new song. Spring is the time when cherry blossoms blush with bashful pride, and birds discover their melodious rhythm anew. It’s the light that dances on your fingertips as you watch people, lost in their own reveries. In spring, nothing important seems to touch your ears, and the world’s opinions fade into a blissful hum. There’s a unique … Continue reading Springtime in Brazil — October 13, 2013

Now, it is where love breathes, where the very essence of life takes its first tender steps. In this sacred realm, the seeds of hope and dreams find fertile ground, stretching towards the warmth of the sun. It is here that everything flourishes, blooming in vibrant hues, each petal a testament to the miracle of existence. The air is filled with the gentle hum of life, the pulse of the earth resonating in perfect harmony with our hearts. This is a place of pure connection, where we feel the rhythm of nature and the boundless energy of love, intertwining in … Continue reading Garden of Life

Build a home, and call it love. Let its walls be your sanctuary, a place where the echoes of the world fade into a gentle hum. Let it be your solitude, a refuge that cradles your heart in its gentle embrace. This home, yours and only yours, is the canvas of your soul, painted with the hues of your dreams and desires. Write a book, and call it home. Fill its pages with the essence of your being, speaking of what is and what is not. Let your words carve out a place of belonging, a testament to the journey … Continue reading Build a Home