Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Temporal

 Holes in the fabric of dreams

Weave out of unspoken mistakes,

Errors that lead us somewhere,

Thorns that form us...


If there is a way to say or do,

What words couldn't evoke

The clouds and the fire will do...

To be freezing inside an empty flame


The ego is a blind fire

Scorching the void,

Losing its face to the echoes,

Burning nothing but its own skin


And then one fades...

Into the realization that even love temporary,

will be missed forever

Isn't that eternity?


That every loss avalanched in the ages of times,

Was the purest love,

That no one can now touch it

or even come close to it.


That I'll miss him forever

In the depths of some human memory

He resides still,

Planting his crown


That even the temporary

Can be the gem of ages,

Even in the loss...

One can find the eternal.




Thursday, December 22, 2022

Black Bird


We drink our tears every night,

We sharpen our knives with words

Did you know me?

Or did you drink from your own cup?


Is there art without pain?

So why do you fear it?

Even the spinning world won't give in,

so will you?


Shunning hope

is our only enemy,

but how can we breathe

Without a gaze to the sky?


Music breaks its own silence

and so must we sometimes,

Sharpened knives,  like egos

Burden the Universe


Strange shapes, strange hopes

Believe in us more than we do

The dark road ahead

Bleeds the light that follows


Sufferer of love,

Dance instead of crying,

blend in with the road

Ahead of you


There is a light promised,

There must be...

And the day you smell it...

May the roses be jealous


Friday, July 1, 2022

To the Soldiers

 While looking through a heart wrenching story of poverty; innocence robbed by life's hardships and the most important humans to ever walk this Earth (children), I started to ask myself some unnerving, profound questions. Why is it that we cry at what we cry? What makes us ache? Where does the wound point you?

And ultimately...what is healing? We speak of healing so much these days. Indeed, for a good reason. There is a type of supermarket spirituality that has flooded the collective consciousness which is far from enlightened, specific, or even profound. It is easily digestible, consumable, edible. But not much beyond that. It is there for the same reasons other brands of entertainment exist. So much so that it uses terms such as healing willy nilly, it throws them around until they become slogans for the uninitiated, for those who expect healing to be the exact thing that a TV commercial promises: easily attainable. To be perfectly fair, it is not.

It is not easily attainable, and most of us, it struck me, do not even know what healing really is. Did we even try to define it before pursuing it?

For most of us, having embarked on a spiritual path (purposely or not), healing used to mean transcending. At least it did for me. However, through years and decades of self analysis, growth and, yes, pain, I learned something a bit more simplistic yet perplexingly complex. Healing...what is it? Does it mean I am over it? Did I heal it, meaning eliminate it? Did I get rid of it? Am I free of it?

These questions should naturally arise, and they did. Until I found the very essence of what makes you you. The truth is, sequelae exist. Scars will remain, and their memory too. Just like scars remain visible, and scar tissue has its own cellular memory (it feels pain now and then), so does our spiritual healing. Healing does not mean you never went through it. It does not even mean you are "over it", whatever that means nowadays. It means you have found your pain. It means you have been crushed to tears inside it. It means you have let it overtake you to the point of agony, and yet to the point of the ecstatic discovery of yourself. For what is pleasure without pain? (as another cliché says).

Skipping the asides, healing is not wiping out your motherboard, it isn't about erasing anything. It isn't even about coming to terms with it, or pushing for it to be over. It is simply about recognizing the wound, seeing it, sitting with it, tending to it. It is discovering your own parent within, the Universal Mother and yes, the Universal Father. Healing does not suggest your pain was never there, nor should it make you believe that it wasn't. It is about rebirth, but rebirth is different than birth. You are not eliminating your pain, you live above it. Any wound that heals leaves a scar, but it is considered healed. And that could be very hard for the human ego to accept, which is why we consume fast food fixes to it. Healing is you... inside of the wound, yet triumphant. 

We should be cautioned not to make an identity out of our brokenness, as Gothically romantic as that may seem. It can be very easy to identify with that part of ourselves, yet being inside the wound, broken and triumphant, can still exist.

It is about discovering that healing cannot live without love. Healing does not come to fruition without love. It is the air it breathes, the water it begs for, and the nourishment it craves. It is about digging from within. It is a well you have to work for, to keep searching inside the inner dirt of your own being, to dig up the drops of water from the ground, and satiate a thirst. A thirst afflicting you, no one else. It is yours. No one else's. Your healing is your own. Your journey too. And yet we do have guidance, maybe a fellow soul, our intuition, and nature. But have no fear, one way or another, everything balances, and you too, shall find what quenches you. 


*This concludes a personal, yet nonpersonal post. I foresee depending on your elemental constitution, this will reach the Water elements first. Let us not forget, music. Enjoy.


Heal


Friday, June 17, 2022

Caruso

 



If the Universe is an orchestra...

God is the conductor


If something can be destroyed by the truth,

It deserves to be


If one could fly on bird's wings

in this life

It's only on musical notes


Only music can enter the skin without surgery


There are levels to Heaven and to Hell

There are levels to art


There are levels to consciousness


There are levels to humanity


There are levels to the heart


There is no better listener than the Moon


Without music life would not exist


Blue eyes that cry are mirroring the ocean


Love without longing does not exist


Wednesday, October 27, 2021

To Beauty

 


Now Fall is at my feet,

through footsteps of colors

I breathe deep in the seasons'

Kingdom


We need beauty

 Like it's air,

and shards of ghosts

Gnaw at my heart

Inside the rainbows


Is tomorrow a fake promise?

or is it empty

The rain is cold this year,

and I keep walking...


Through storms and hope

Where she hides her face,

and the ugly face of fear

crawls out like the tip of a knife


A ticket I bought by mistake,

Fall sleeps under me

And love aches

within, far off a cliff


She hangs lonely

and breaks another bone,

She aches and tells me all about it

But I listen to songs


And soothe her

underneath,

I follow her into the darkness

and take her closer


To better days...

Or lies wrapped in music

I break through the air,

Touch her face,

wipe her tears...

until she tells me:


I will fight...

I will fight...

I will fight...


For beauty

I will fight...

for You.




Friday, October 1, 2021

Contagion

 His wounds.. bleeding

Through the distance

Reached me

Through the wind,


The violin of kisses,

The strength in his tenderness,

The long lost embrace

He was far yet always here


A floating dandelion

Landed inside me

The waves carried him in

And I stood there...


Deer in the road

Bitten by the catapult

of bleeding holes,

His wounds were contagious...


Sermons and believers,

Sharp knives and promises,

Hunger and fear dwelled

In the same house


The night grew friendlier

and the road grew wearier

Why was I now

Him?




Saturday, August 7, 2021

Music

 Breaking chains...

was never easy

Running to your freedom,

carrying thorns


Running...

It will fall away

if you run toward what you want,

Running...


A symphony of faults

never made a home

nor did it make you

So why do you judge so?


A symphony of pain

Never made reasons valid

only those eager to see it

A cataclysm in the eye of peace.


Simple truths never break even

In your ways you are right

but what others see

are just phantoms to you


But do they see you?

As I see my body every day

In the mirror we relinquish

Guilt


And I know where my moles are

spread across the sky of my skin

And do you know

Where they are?


In indifference nothing grew

Yet we want cheap and easy,

We want fast and accomplished,

in the madness of delusion crawling...


And we want best,

yet we seep out fears,

And we breed doubts

but we want best...


In the symphony,

there must be a violin

Breathing...

Into your soul for once