Description of blog

Sometimes I write about the Valley. It is a type of meditation that was developed by Carlo Lopez. You quiet the mind and let your spirit speak to you through elements of the Valley; River, Fire, Lion, your bird to the left, your four-legged animal to the right, to name a few. It is a journey worth making.

Tuesday, June 27

Sailing with you

I saw waves
as I heard your voice
and I felt the sun,
the fresh air,
blowing in gently
from the open doors
and though the air
was full of flowers and
grass, leaves and dirt,
I smelled the sea;
and though you paced
on hardwood floors,
I felt your feet on
hot sand that molded
your every move;
and I wanted to swim
in this moment,
so I laid on the floor
and felt us in the sea,
letting the waves take me

Monday, June 19

A simple moment

Your hand
landed on my
cheek
but I felt it
right on my
heart,
and you caressed it
and gave it a
brilliant
shine

Thursday, June 15

Writing poetry with you

I had the poem
there
in my mouth,
as I kissed
you
where I could
reach.
And I let
every word get
exposed
in every move I
made.
I felt I could
soar
every moment you
rhymed
with me
and your every
breath
that asked for
more

Monday, June 12

Another bright morning

I saw the sun
and how it shined,
how warm it was,
how it made me
smile.
Then you turned
and looked at me,
I saw your eyes
and how they shined,
brighter,
how warm they were,
warmer,
how they made me
smile
wider
than the sun

Thursday, June 8

The moon for her wolves

I saw her
through the
white fluffs
that pretended to
conceal her,
I saw her
and how she
smiled,
her thin smile
yellow and
wide,
her eyes hidden
but
I could feel them.
And no matter
how
my view
changed,
I could still
see her
and how she was
here
for us

Monday, June 5

A gift (a present)

Another morning
arrives through my window
like a wave,
and I am still,
taking in the
bare white walls
around me
until my eyes
catch
the familiar red.
A reminder
of a day now past
but, oh,
how present it still
is