The Power of Words

In the word, I become docile, I chew life politely, I heal. In the word, I tie the memory, I wrestle with sadness, and every other day, I consecrate myself a survivor. In the quietude of words, I find the softness that shapes me. Each syllable is a piece of life that I chew carefully, savoring the lessons it brings. Through them, my wounds close, healing slowly, as if each letter were a stitch. Words are the ropes I use to tie my memories, keeping them close but under control. With them, I face sadness, turning it into a battle … Continue reading The Power of Words

Revolutionary Subjectivity and True Love

In a world where deeply entrenched ideologies and conservative ways of thinking have solidified mechanisms of social control, the most revolutionary life might not even appear political. To pretend we are still politicized subjects is to miss the point. In our era, a truly revolutionary life might not engage in what is traditionally seen as radical politics, agitation, or organizing. These practices, with their ideologies of self-sacrifice, discipline, instrumental calculation, and personal profit, are functions of contemporary bureaucratic capitalism. Instead, a revolutionary life might commit to creating a new subjectivity that fractures the inert base of contemporary depoliticization, making political … Continue reading Revolutionary Subjectivity and True Love

My Age, My Journey

My age continues with the house lights on, casting a warm glow that patiently waits for other lights to join. In this illuminated space, my mind thinks, studies, research, and loves. It decides to fight for noble causes, embracing the battles that matter. Amidst all this, it shelters my humility, a quiet strength that guides me through the journey. As the days pass, I find solace in the gentle hum of life around me. The house lights flicker with the rhythm of my thoughts, each one a beacon of hope and resilience. I am not alone in this endeavor; the … Continue reading My Age, My Journey

Shared Springs

The river that flows into me comes from the same spring as yours. I feel its gentle currents weaving through my soul, a reminder of our shared origin. Each ripple carries whispers of our intertwined destinies, echoing the harmony of our beginnings. As it meanders through the landscape of my being, it nourishes the roots of my existence, just as it does yours. In moments of stillness, I sense the unity of our paths, the way our waters merge and diverge, only to find each other again. The river is a testament to our connection, a silent promise that no … Continue reading Shared Springs

The Sacred Rivers Within

Here in this body are the sacred rivers, flowing with the essence of life itself. 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, and anxiety comes for coffee, I do not mistake them for ordinary visitors. They come as grace-messengers from beyond. Inside every feeling, each sensation, and every flow of emotion is … Continue reading The Sacred Rivers Within

How Well Did I Love?

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 in 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 … Continue reading How Well Did I Love?

Navigating Human Complexity

I often find myself wishing that people came with individual maps, intricate guides that could offer directions and ways to navigate their complex structures. Imagine if you could slow down here, where cemeteries are nestled between ribs, silent witnesses to the parts of themselves they bury deeper and deeper. Turn on the headlights, for you are now in the long corridors of their hearts. These corridors host phantoms, relentless in their taunts, whispering, “It is you who are the shadows, and it is we who obstruct the sun.” Make a sharp left here; they need arms to unfold for them, … Continue reading Navigating Human Complexity

Whispers of Love in Everyday Moments

Love often whispers through the simplest of words. “You’re beautiful,” a gentle reminder of the light you bring into the world. “Want something to drink?” a small gesture of care, offering comfort in a cup. “Watch your step,” a subtle protection, ensuring your path is safe. “Let’s watch a movie,” an invitation to share time, to laugh, to cry, to be together. “What are you up to?” a curiosity that bridges the distance, showing interest in your world. “How is your day so far?” a question that opens the door to your heart, inviting you to share your joys and … Continue reading Whispers of Love in Everyday Moments

Femininity

The curves of my shell don’t define my womanhood. It’s the love that flows from my heart, the thoughts that dance in my mind, and the tenderness that graces my touch that truly embody my femininity. The sway of my hips does not make me a woman. It’s the smile that lights up my face, the calm that resonates in my voice, and the right to make my own choices that crown me as a real woman… a Queen. In the quiet moments, when the world fades away, I find strength in my vulnerability. My essence is not confined to … Continue reading Femininity

The Art of Silence

People speak so many words in order to express feelings, yet I gave up on words when I realized that verbalization tends to often be a waste. I don’t believe in words anymore. Sure, they’re beautiful, but there is a huge difference between saying and doing things. Like the difference between the cold perfect roses bought in a flower shop only on Valentine’s Day and the simple wild rose picked from a fence and brought as a surprise in the evening just to steal a kiss from your lover. You see, it’s true, nothing is more articulate than a kiss. … Continue reading The Art of Silence