Lines

I see your face each time I look at mine
I see you in the shadows of the lines that make up me
My face, My hands, My legs my feet, not new, just borrowed
from you, abuela, vickita, ruth......
All mine, yet yours, and theirs,
we share the same truth.
I walk the same line just a different time....
wanting to know more of how their stories went....
so glad it led to mine

The Tide

I hope you find it
whatever it was
that led you on voyages
through the encephalon
of your mind
Racing through time
As I transform in front
of you
The battle was yours
Or so I thought
Not realizing all of us
would be caught
in the spiraling winds
of fate
struggling to carry
the weight
They said I digressed
I disagree
My progress may not be
Plain enough for the simple
eye to see
The erosion of my soul
under waves of insanity
Has left me naked but free

Snow

As the sky falls in white crystals
The city dissapears under a blanket
of snow
I laugh at you catching flakes on
your tongue
Chasing to get them before
they reach the ground
How little it takes to please you love
watching you make snow angels
melts the ice clinging to my heart
The trees are heavy with their new load
hiding the branches that Fall had
stripped bare
Happy their nakedness has been covered
Quiet beauty surrounds us and we stop and
stare
Another year gone
Still amazed at the wonders of God

Missing you

As yesterday slips quietly away
I lay searching for answers
An Indigo sky turns light blue
as the sun peeks over the horizon
I think of you and wonder
If you can see it too
The halls of your house are quiet
The music has stopped...
Sucked into the void of your abscence
Anxiety creeps through me
I close my eyes and let go
feeling the suns rays fighting
the cold on my face
Giving it up to grace
Knowing today is another chance
to get it right
Missing you has made us wiser
Cherishing the love that holds us
together
Waiting for your return

Ode to Israel Neruda inspired

To catch you now is to watch you sleep
I fear I took your stillness for granted my love,
Legs strong, arms long, spirit wild
you RUUUUNNN...
and never stop it seems
I love to watch you sleep so still
Your eyes closed, eyelashes reaching for the sky like little strings of silk
Your breath, it brings me joy
Telling me how full of life you are, despite your stillness
Your cheek, so soft, I can once again stroke
With no complaints of more urgent things to do.
Now that your days are filled with movement, talk and play
With less room for my kisses and hugs to get in your busy way
I love to watch you sleep love,
for in those quiet moments at the end of each day,
I sit and watch you breath and know,
My baby you will stay

Love...

I remembered you yesterday

How much time has passed since you

ran through me, the heat of you

warming my skin

Its at times when I am still

Eyes closed but not blind

I watch pictures of you dancing

across eyelids, The tingles of your touch

curling my lips to my eyes

Resonating in your presence

The glass from the window touching

my head is enough.....

The bus stops and I get up refreshed

I feel you near me, and I am consoled.

Oh love how you come when I need you.

Whether a second or an hour, you always

leave me full....waiting for your next passing by.

Purgatory

Sadness overwhelms me, but I strive to keep fighting,
Lost in the smoke, forgot what the war was over,
so long ago started.
The end is near, I hear the priest say,
"Please rise for the dearly departed".

I am

I am the flesh of my mother and the blood of my father
ignited by the touch of my maker
I am the fruit sent forth by those sent before me
I am in truth a testament of love
I am that which is not spoken
the never ending definition
and expression of love turned to life
No man is my master, no whip can subdue me
For my essence,my spirit is forever free.

naptime inspired

Little footsteps follow me everywhere I go
They hip and hop and stamp and stomp
They pit and pat and rat ta tat tat
around my way they go.
Little hands are everywhere, everywhere I go
they pat my back, they touch my face,
they clap at my singing, so full of grace.
At times they grab and scratch and hit
But no one is above a fit
When id becomes ego the difference is small
for we're grown up children aren't we all?

Sinking into Thinking on this Gray Day.

Self awareness is powerful. Have you ever been asked who you are? Not your name, but who ARE you? What do stand for? what makes you, you? We take for granted that we know, I mean REALLY know who we are. When asked, it is sometimes shocking how difficult it is for some to really grasp an answer that they are satisfied with. I mean, who are you? Who am I? When you act do you understand what it is that is propelling you to act? The motivation behind our actions is one place where we truly find ourselves, and who we are. At least that is where I have begun to find myself. Awareness is a choice, Know yourself.