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, March 7

You

Like a flower that
blooms
at the first sight of
sunlight,
your petals
soft and
delicate,
your aroma
energizing
and satisfying,
reaching parts that
no common flower
could ever reach.
And when the sun
dips low,
you gently fold
yourself,
letting out a
kiss
before the dark

And I wait again
for morning

Friday, March 3

Awaiting Spring

I see them
the flowers
that will bloom
the leaves
that will come
the sunlight
that will bronze us
the kisses
that will warm us

I see them
I wait for them

Sunday, February 26

Our Days

Our morning birds

Here comes one
and another
they chirp for
food and
we give them
smiles


Our afternoon laughs

The sweat,
the smells,
your skin and
my hair,
my caress and
your kiss,
sounds of
pleasure,
a chorus of
laughter;
all one,
all in our room
of light


Our late night kisses

How sweet those
kisses
the ones you
press
on my forehead,
my cheek,
my hair
as I sleep.
Can you feel mine?
On your shoulder,
your chest,
your arm
as you dream
and I fall back
asleep
with a smile

The Cave and Bear

Still,
feeling the earth.
Still,
until we're one.
Still,
like a cavern.

But inside

light,
laughter and smiles.
Light,
movement and dance.
Light,
feel it erupt.

Saturday, February 18

The moon in your eyes

I saw the moon
in your eyes
saw it full
and so very
bright
so that
the wolf in me
couldn't help but
howl
at that great
moon
in your great
eyes.

Did you see
the moon
in my eyes?
Did you
see it full
and so very
bright?
My eyes are
open
and the moon
is full
waiting,
waiting for your
howl

Thursday, February 9

Always you

Think of
all the poems
I've written in
different lives,
different languages,
different mediums,
but always of
you

Tuesday, February 7

La luz de Luce

Ella tiene el cuerpo
radiante
como si el sol
la agarró
del alma
y la besó fuerte
con las lenguas amarradas
y dejó su luz
que le sale de
adentro
y brilla
dándole color a
su piel,
su cara,
sus labios.
Y todos los días
él la extraña
y todos los días
él la besa
otra vez y
otra vez