Longing and Love

And if I loved you one day, small and calm, tiny and light, like the wind that has forgotten its path, wandering through alleys, getting lost in curves, spreading into the river, would your fingers discover my hair, would your hands find my legs beneath my dress, would your voice resist the noise of the trees? And if I loved you one day, tall and wide, big and bigger, close to the sky, on a wing, against the sun, loose and free in the silent flight of a bird, would your eyes join mine on an unlikely horizon, would your … Continue reading Longing and Love

Time

How to stop time: kiss. In the tender embrace of a kiss, time stands still. The world fades away, leaving only the warmth of another’s touch, the soft whisper of breath, and the beating of hearts in unison. It is in this fleeting moment that we find eternity, a timeless connection that lingers long after the kiss has ended. How to travel in time: read. Through the pages of a book, we embark on journeys to distant lands and forgotten eras. Each word is a portal, each sentence a bridge to another world. We traverse the annals of history, walk … Continue reading Time

Time

When did I become so old? The question lingers in the air, a whisper of time’s relentless march. The woman staring back at me from the mirror is a stranger, her eyes a reflection of years gone by, yet her spirit remains untouched by the passage of time. Clearly, the woman I see in the mirror is not the woman held prisoner inside this broken body. She is vibrant, her heart beating with the rhythm of dreams yet to be fulfilled. Her laughter echoes with the innocence of youth, a melody that defies the lines etched upon her face. Her … Continue reading Time

Reflections on the Path

May I not follow those who turn aside but let no one go astray following my footsteps. In the quiet moments of reflection, I find myself yearning for a path that is true and unwavering. The world is filled with distractions, and the rush to arrive often blinds us to the beauty that lies along the way. May the rush to arrive not distract me from the joy of seeing the simple flowers that are at the side of the road. Each petal, each bloom, a testament to the quiet wonders that life offers. I wish to walk gently, not … Continue reading Reflections on the Path

The Forgetful Love

Love promised to remember, but not at that moment. Perhaps tomorrow, with the dawn’s gentle touch, it would fare better. She delighted in the thought of helping it, confident that when the time came, she would have the answers. The world, a tapestry of deceived souls, remained separate from Love, which, in its purest form, simply did not remember. Out of habit and necessity, we replaced God with prayer and happiness with poetic musings. Verses became placeholders for our yearnings, read in the stillness of night while Love remained elusive. We rewrote these verses repeatedly, forgetting the essence of Love … Continue reading The Forgetful Love

The Unforgettable Gaze

Love, a wandering vagabond, drifts through the corridors of our lives, donning a thousand faces, each more enigmatic than the last. It merges seamlessly into every scene, a chameleon of emotions, blending into the tapestry of our existence. Yet, amidst this ever-changing masquerade, there exists a singular soul, a beacon of constancy, whose gaze pierces through the veils of disguise. On the winding path of life, it is this soul that offers us that unforgettable look in the eyes, a look that transcends the ephemeral nature of love’s many guises. It is a look that speaks of recognition, of a … Continue reading The Unforgettable Gaze

August something, 2012.

A date that seems to float in the ether, untethered by specifics, yet heavy with meaning. Tonight, you are called to return to yourself, to that pure essence that once existed free from the imprints of others. Imagine a time when you were a child, or perhaps lost in a dream. In those fleeting moments, you were unburdened by the world’s expectations. You knew that having what you wanted felt good and made your life better. There were no issues of worthiness, deserving, or doubt. There was just peace and contentment. Babies are born knowing to seek comfort, love, connection, … Continue reading August something, 2012.

The Essence of Bread

Bread, in its humble simplicity, carries within it the essence of life itself. The goodness of bread is a testament to the nourishment it provides, a sustenance that goes beyond mere physical hunger. It is the warmth of a mother’s touch, the comfort of a friend’s embrace, the silent promise of a new day. The smell of bread, fresh from the oven, is an invitation to pause and savor the moment. It is the aroma of home, of love, of memories woven into the fabric of our being. It is the scent that lingers in the air, whispering tales of … Continue reading The Essence of Bread

Revealing the Heart

“How do I write about this? Where do I begin?” I ask, my voice a whisper of uncertainty. I gently place my hand over my chest, feeling the rhythmic beat of my heart. “Reveal your heart,” I say softly to myself. “Give it a safe place to bleed.” My heart, a vessel of emotions, yearns to be heard. It carries the stories of my joys and sorrows, my triumphs and defeats. It holds the essence of my being, the raw and unfiltered truth of who I am. To write is to open the floodgates of my soul, to let the … Continue reading Revealing the Heart

The Warrior Within

Some days, she dons the armor of a warrior, her spirit fierce and unyielding. She faces the battles of life with a strength that seems unbreakable, her eyes burning with determination. On these days, she is a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of resilience and courage. Yet, there are days when the weight of the world bears down on her, and she feels like a broken mess. Her heart aches with the scars of past wounds, and her spirit falters. Tears may fall, and doubts may creep in, but even in these moments of vulnerability, there is a … Continue reading The Warrior Within