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, anxiety comes for coffee, do not mistake them for ordinary visitors, for they come as grace —messengers from beyond. Inside every feeling, each sensation, and every flow of emotion is a secret doorway into the center of the heart. Let us allow these guests to … Continue reading Here in this body are the sacred rivers…

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 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 a … Continue reading Did I love?

If a child were to appear at your door: cold, scared, and tired from a long journey… If he or she were anxious, in despair, full of rage, or confused… Would you refuse entry to the little one? Would you tell him to come back once he dissolved his fear, replaced his anger with gratitude, and clarified his confusion? When she healed her anxiety, mended her broken heart, and transformed her deep feeling of unworthiness? Would you require these things before you allowed the little one in, held him, and provided shelter for her raw vulnerability to rest from an … Continue reading If a child …

My mother … The time cannot take away all images, moments lived and emotions, although she did not remember anything else — she had Alzheimer’s disease lost in a dark hole — her memory spoke for herself…She was a stronghold, a wall, and her faith nurtured herself with hope, at that time I could not understand her with all her dogmas and beliefs, maybe I was so immature, so selfish to feel the things in another way; living in her own skin and know she was me, the sum and experience of another time. In the end, we are just … Continue reading My mother…

An artist-a poet rather, fell in love with the simplicity in her reflection. She wrote; penned sestinas to her name, odes to her graces, attempted to infringe on the fine lines of ballads. She was in love with herself. One morning, when the sun started out its quest to reach the zenith of his sky, she sat at her desk facing the bustle down below. Gazing at herself smeared on the window, a dark limping figure wrapped in the finest silk of enigma, standing out amongst the vibrant color of euphoria, caught her gaze.  She was both intrigued and baffled: … Continue reading My walls …

Go to sleep now. You’ve held heaven and earth apart for long enough:Unearthed men from the riverbanks of gold dust andLifted the sky up by its four corners. It is a rugAt your fingers. You are tugging it backOver the naked land And it is curling up and overLike dried leaves but Do not worry, do not worry,Even when the lights are all out,This forest and the echoes can stretch their armsWide enough to hold all the lonely. And remember, this is theirHouse. This is why they have been calling you mother. Go sleep, all the tyranny one day will … Continue reading Go to sleep now….

Am I dreaming or seeing what I see what I’m dreaming? Here begins my journey to my vital land. A foreigner, I no longer knows where the north. It took bewilder me to travel distances. Who leaves reiterates, who gets parking. The seasons lose the cycle. Not seeing the time is a rest that I authorized for resting from this ephemera hour. It is not the road that moves me; I’m that I displace myself. It is not with legs we go to places, but with the heart… And nobody does den in one place. We are always on the … Continue reading My journey…

Forgive me. I failed to hear your voice, and in the silence feared that you had left me. I had trained my ears to hear a booming sound. I yearned for a clear bell, straining to hear the call that would surely come. The loud shout that would rise over the fog with conviction. I raged and wept and writhed in the vast silence my mind perceived. It assaulted my every sense. Why would you not make yourself known to me? I, who strained so earnestly to hear your command. In my presumptuous overreaching I deafened myself to the soft, … Continue reading Forgive me

Tell me to stop romanticizing you and I will be defiant, I will refuse your request. Tell me to stop rhapsodizing you and I will tell you that I have always done so, have always been composing poems within your orbit, as if, like some kind of Rome city, all roads lead to you. Tell me stop idealizing you and I will say it is impossible for me, for someone who falls in love with everything raw, good and blooming, for a writer, for a woman who is all blush beneath her eroticism, all stomach-flutter beneath her carefully arranged letters, … Continue reading Tell me baby how can I stop?

There is one I wish to speak with, I am a nocturnal creature I kiss the sunrise as I lay my form to sleep, yet the one I long for lives outside of time, at least a time I cannot keep.My reach is for the beloved an ache leaving the soul rendered speechless.Sadness and reverence settle within my being, as there is no hope for this love. Yet, I live for hope, I bask in it as other creatures bask in sunlight. I cry silently to the sky, can you hear my weeping? Can you feel my longing?I reach deeply … Continue reading Nocturnal …