Even religion cannot perceive the sins of men. Even belief cannot comprehend the disarray of society. Everything is power, and nothing satisfies. What is the balance of our existence? Can time be hurried? Is it allowed to build illusions? What is your level of adaptation? Is it in learning daily? Or by standing still, remaining indifferent to what surrounds you? Are we mutable or learners? Are we reason or emotion? What moves your existence? In the intricate tapestry of life, we grapple with questions that have no easy answers. Religion, in its myriad forms, seeks to decode the moral codes … Continue reading Search

I painted smiles to adorn my silence. With eyes tightly shut, I whispered secrets of enchantment, confessing to the moon and stars. And oh, how I danced like a mad soul, chasing the elusive pulse of love, even when reason deemed it unnecessary. But in your absence, my emotions grew feverish, aching for your touch. They ignited a rebellion within my reveries, setting passion ablaze amidst the shadows. Each smile became a brushstroke, a vibrant hue against the canvas of solitude. I dipped my soul in laughter, hoping it would echo through the empty corridors of longing. The closed eyes … Continue reading Absence

I have lived in my body for years, yet I’m still a wanderer in the labyrinth of my emotions. I navigate through the corridors of my soul, seeking the elusive chambers where my feelings reside. It’s as if I need maps and lights to find my way to how I feel. In this intricate maze of existence, I am both cartographer and traveler, mapping out the contours of my inner landscape, striving to understand the depths of my being. Sometimes I stumble upon hidden springs of joy, and other times I find myself in the shadowed valleys of sorrow. My … Continue reading Labyrinth of my soul

Right now is a miracle, a precious gift bestowed upon us by the universe. It is the only moment that is guaranteed, the only moment that truly matters. It is life, unfolding before us in all its beauty and complexity. So why do we spend so much time dwelling on the past or dreaming of the future? Why do we let our minds wander to places that do not exist, while the present moment slips away? We must learn to be in the ‘here and now’, to experience life as it is happening. To appreciate the world for the beauty … Continue reading Right now dear …

Have you ever paused to ponder the paths we cross before we finally meet the ones we are meant to love or learn from? The idea of fate may not always sit well with us, but there is a certain intrigue in the notion that some people are destined to be a part of our lives. Perhaps we have brushed shoulders with them on a crowded street or shared a fleeting glance in a bustling café. Maybe we have stood beside them in a concert crowd or passed them on a winding mountain trail. These chance encounters may seem insignificant … Continue reading The art of encounter …

As the years unfurl before me, I come to realize that it is not the grandiose or the extraordinary that truly sustains us, but the simple, everyday blessings that weave the fabric of our lives. It is in these unassuming moments that we find the most profound reasons for gratitude. The gentle caress of the pure air as it fills our lungs, the silent strength that allows us to draw breath after breath, and the comfort of a warm and welcoming shelter. It is the embrace of our loved ones, the laughter that fills our homes, and the nourishment of … Continue reading Simple things that nurture me …

Pour into me and be my chlorophyll so when the light of truth shines on us the grass will be greener on this side of love. I want to be your leaves and to feel the breeze of your kiss, cooling rain drops of your love. We shall grow together, intertwined like vines reaching for the sun. Your roots will connect with mine, drawing strength and nourishment from the earth. You will pour into me, becoming my chlorophyll, breathing life, and vitality into my being. And when the light of truth shines upon us, the grass will be greener on … Continue reading Chlorophyll

Desconfiada e incomodada pelo silêncio, ela se obrigava a distrair-se com as vozes incessantes vindas de dentro de si, que lhe diziam tudo, explicavam tanto, falavam demais sem resolver nada. O silêncio era uma angústia, pois ouvi-lo seria o mesmo que escutar-se. O medo era de que, ao ouvir, reconhecesse feiuras conhecidas e virtudes insuspeitadas: umas e outras, nunca bem-vindas desde a infância. O silêncio era uma liberdade inalcançável. A liberdade que dizia não conseguir. A liberdade evitada sem perceber que evitava. Bastava uma fresta dessa perteza e já começavam ansiedades e distrações. Ouvir-se seria ver-se. Ver-se seria sentir-se. E … Continue reading Leitura de Si Mesma

I have a heart that nearly swallows me, a strength that never leaves me and a rebellion that sometimes blind me … I am so intense I don’t fit within myself…♥️ ©️Beatriz Esmer Continue reading So big …

This message will not leave hereI did not bring it to anyone!It is enough!The words do not lead anybody to anywhere.Words are everywhere, are beings, are souls, are powers!Yes, they areI amYou areFull and contradictory …Futile and assertive …Said, written … thundering!Confident?Sometimes… ❤ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Message