Morning 5/9/18

You should be able to not only look into a mirror
and recognize yourself, you should be able to look
into any human face and recognize yourself.

Dream Forever

I have found the Universe within You

You have lived through many moments
yet only one is ever present.

Pensando en Espanol

Lo que piensas
Lo que suenas
Todo
Esta aca
No te olvides
Recuerda siempre

Sia a sia
Dia a dia
Esto es tu vida

Regresa a la tierra de donde viene tu sangre
La sangre no olvida las raizes

Salvame y a te salvo tambien

Cuanda vas a buscar lo que estas buscando?

Hola Amor

Dias y noches sin tu
Sin pecados
Somos innocentes
Vivimos una mentira
Vivimos sin muerte

No hay sufficiente  palabras para decir to que se debe decir

Despierto y sonando

Vivienda sin miedo

Lo que quiero y lo que sueno

Quieres la libertad pero solo tu te lo puedes dar

Paso a paso

Morning Monologue

I woke up before she did so I made sure to not disturb
her as I got out of bed. Standing in our room I felt the
slight chill of a winter morning that had been staved off
by our bodies beneathe the sheets. The traces of light
that would become the dawn were making themselves
known. She was breathing softly and no doubt warmer
than myself. What was she dreaming? Even if she woke
up right then she might not remember or might not want
to say. I know that would have been the case with me. I
do not usually remember dreams but on occasion I do.
Our minds are ceaseless in their inventiveness and work.
But are dreams merely that? Are they truly just the mind
unbound playing self-generated films for us? Would it be
too strange to perhaps interpret these as visions of past
lives or other states of existence for which we have no
rational explanation? I surely don't have an answer for
that. She sleeps and dreams. I am awake and no longer
dreaming. What if we were merely lives caught in the
dream of some other sleeping being in the universe?
That might be a stretch but I cannot disprove it. Then
again, a rational mind has no need to worry but how
rational are we at any given time?

Caught Thinking

You get caught thinking about
your weight
money
how much of it you have
how much of it you need
You get caught thinking about
time
and how it is passing
and how it worries you
and how helpless you are
to impede it
You don't want to think about it all
so you drink
so you keep busy
trying to stave off the inevitable
so you keep working
and try to not look up
You get caught up
wanting to be happy and
worrying about it
yet never feeling closer
to the feeling you've been longing for
You get caught up thinking about love
and how much you have to give and
how much more you wish you had
yet that isn't the whole story and
even you know that but that
doesn't keep you from
worrying so you
worry anyway
and isn't
that
fruitless?
In the middle of the night
you wake up in worry
and for once
you learn
to stop
and
go back
to sleep

Late Night Thoughts, Page 2 5/5//17

Memory filters back at it's own pace. How it surfaces
faces and times from the past. What lesson must be
taken and learned? Those answers are at hand  if one
is willing to delve just beyond the surface of image and
memory. Joy and failure, the twin poles of life.

What is the truth of life I have been seeking? It had no
single answer. Many answers for the same question,
each fitting for a time and place. There is truth and
wisdom in this world if we are willing to seek and
accept it. This burning desire to understand the unknown
of the world and of ourselves. A thirsty spirit is always
seeking. Let us drink of this world.

Words are given more freely than wind. Action is a diamond
to be desired. The value of thought and contemplation.

Am I searching for God? Am I searching for enlightenment?
Am I searching for a better way to be human? Must the
answer be yes? Of course, it must. I am searching within
and in this world. I have to seek. I must seek. Suddenly
I remember staying at my grandparents home, watching
the sun set over the town of my fathers. Colors swirling
and melting until black streaks across the canvas.

Writing in the Morning

you wake
and sit
and think
until
words
begin to
appear
when they
do
and they
always do
you put
them down
and look
at them
if they
please you
they remain
if they
do not
they are
quickly
forgotten

Temper
Balance 
To place ourselves
in control
and moderation
To indulge
but not to excess
To be passionate
but restrained
To love fully
but wisely

Once Upon A Time

Life is growing stronger
day by day
in her womb.
Her daughter is learning
the sound of music
through the steady beat
of her mother's heart.

Once upon a time
is such a beautiful way
to start stories for children.
To tell tales of courage
and strength, of fear
and overcoming obstacles.
Once upon a time
is another way to think
of memories
and moments past,
of chance and presents
relegated to ifs.

To love truly
we must sacrifice
and let go of things
once desired.
We must let our
hearts and wisdom
strive for more than
mere fulfillment of
our own desires.

Little girl,
growing by the day,
stronger and stronger,
I hope to meet you
someday. Maybe
before then
your mother will
have told you
about an old friend.

She Is Dead

Do you know of who I speak?
If you do not
It is not necessary for you to know.
All this requires is the facts
that someone once lived.
She was once an infant
and then she became a child.
That child became a teenager
and that teenager budded
into a writer whose words
still haunt. Why am I writing
about her? Why can I not simply
tell you her name. I could
but I won't. I can see her name
resting on a pile of books
sitting on my desk.
She is someone you would
not expect to be a hunter
but she was and remains.
I can see her face from
her youth and know she
still exists even if solely
through her words.