Our garden was warm
and the air thick with
the smell of damp earth
and the dirt was painted
with the leaves of fall
and the green of spirit
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.
Thursday, October 26
Wednesday, October 25
The morning
You were warmer than warm,
your hair softer than soft,
your kisses sweeter than sweet,
and I didn't want to go
even for a moment,
I didn't want my face away
from your chest.
But I went on in the day,
feeling still your warmth,
and your hair,
and your kisses
that never left
your hair softer than soft,
your kisses sweeter than sweet,
and I didn't want to go
even for a moment,
I didn't want my face away
from your chest.
But I went on in the day,
feeling still your warmth,
and your hair,
and your kisses
that never left
Tuesday, October 24
Coming closer
It was like
your smell came
to search me
and I leaned in
closer and
closer
wanting to
kiss you
your smell came
to search me
and I leaned in
closer and
closer
wanting to
kiss you
Monday, October 23
Always summer
Yes, I miss the summer
cooking under the sun,
your hand in mine,
tasting the salt of life
on your lips.
But I feel it still,
can taste it still.
We are there and
we are here,
in every moment,
in every tomorrow,
let go of your worries love,
feel this with me
cooking under the sun,
your hand in mine,
tasting the salt of life
on your lips.
But I feel it still,
can taste it still.
We are there and
we are here,
in every moment,
in every tomorrow,
let go of your worries love,
feel this with me
Sunday, October 22
Saturday, October 21
Your touch in the night
(A haiku)
In the night I felt
you caressed my face gently
and I feel it still
Friday, October 20
Ginkgo tree in the night
I see the shadow of the leaves,
realizing
how I waited
for the green to arrive,
how I'm waiting
for the burst of yellow
again.
Now I see
how full
the delicate petal shapes are
lit by the moon
feeling the fullness
also in me
realizing
how I waited
for the green to arrive,
how I'm waiting
for the burst of yellow
again.
Now I see
how full
the delicate petal shapes are
lit by the moon
feeling the fullness
also in me
Thursday, October 19
A busy day
And there is the chaos of people,
the bustle of work,
the to and from school,
and I am breathing,
breathing,
breathing...
until finally
in the night
I am breathing with you
Wednesday, October 18
I heard birds this morning
I heard birds this morning,
like the magical ones that
sang to Snow White.
High tones making a
pretty song.
It's ok, I thought.
I went on
I heard birds as I walked,
like the sweet ones that
sang to us
on summer mornings.
Low sounds making a
deep song
just for us.
And I smiled
like the magical ones that
sang to Snow White.
High tones making a
pretty song.
It's ok, I thought.
I went on
I heard birds as I walked,
like the sweet ones that
sang to us
on summer mornings.
Low sounds making a
deep song
just for us.
And I smiled
Tuesday, October 17
Red woman
She dances like fire
and flows like blue
Her feet inhale the ground
and her hands exhale the sky
Her center is pure gold
but light like a feather
And she smiles at us, hun
She invites us to move like her
and flows like blue
Her feet inhale the ground
and her hands exhale the sky
Her center is pure gold
but light like a feather
And she smiles at us, hun
She invites us to move like her
Monday, October 16
Smelling your haiku
My nose on your skin
my heart smells your air, your breath
I breathe deep, I smile
my heart smells your air, your breath
I breathe deep, I smile
Sunday, October 15
Eye of a storm
In the hole,
I couldn't see.
In the storm,
I couldn't hear.
In the eye,
I can hear Him
I can see your smile
and I can breathe
I couldn't see.
In the storm,
I couldn't hear.
In the eye,
I can hear Him
I can see your smile
and I can breathe
Saturday, October 14
Nuestro verano de amor
En ese momento
escuché las ondas
sentí el olor de sal
y del café en tus labios
sentí el calor
de tus manos
Y besé nuestro verano
tan lleno de amor
Y les sonreí
a los veranos que llegan
escuché las ondas
sentí el olor de sal
y del café en tus labios
sentí el calor
de tus manos
Y besé nuestro verano
tan lleno de amor
Y les sonreí
a los veranos que llegan
Friday, October 13
How to heal
I feel the flames
tickling our skin
when we're together
You kiss me,
I laugh
I kiss you,
we smile
We breathe,
you heal.
tickling our skin
when we're together
You kiss me,
I laugh
I kiss you,
we smile
We breathe,
you heal.
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