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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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