Homebody

Where I lay my focus,

my heart makes a home,

to create,

either peace,

or absolute chaos,

and my world,

becomes like a solar system,

where everything turns,

like the planets,

around one sun,

forgetting that even a Milky Way,

is part of something,

greater than herself!

So, if I want to make a home,

in a place that lasts forever,

I have to lay my focus,

on something greater than myself,

where humility will teach me,

that when I am not in control,

the greatest peace will find me,

right in my own home!

Romeo & Juliet

I throw a penny,

deep into a well,

to make a pink rose bloom,

between the ivy,

that climbs these Italian walls.

The sandstone buildings,

smaller than my fist,

hide unfamiliar faces,

who drown my heart,

in love and kindness.

Three-dimensional worlds,

from the pages,

of a fairytale storybook,

bring Romeo and Juliet,

back to the land of the living.

And just like that,

a penny in a well,

becomes a wish upon a star,

and ultimately,

and answered prayer.

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The Peacock and the Stars

Blue and green feathers sparkle,
like silver or gold in the sun.
The delicacy of a young bird,
conceals the strength of bones,
that bend like moist twigs.

Black eyes stare at me.
I disappear into their abyss,
where the universe is recreated,
in the rebirth of stars and planets.
My wings carry me further than that,
and I inhale the sweet scent of love,
burning like fire in my heart.

Unbreakable in my fragility,
strength is always an illusion,
that bends in the stormy winds,
and breaks on sweet summer days –
the unpredictability of life,
is like tiny star explosions,
always leading to something new.

Merging together,
from two different worlds,
the peacock has to lose her feathers,
and the stars will have to forget,
their ability to break in silence.

Hangover

Boats sail along the shore,

waiting for horizons,

to allow the sun to set.

Seagull screams break,

the ever-present silence,

and I wake up,

to the rain,

tapping against the window.

Red wine spilled,

on spotless white sheets,

conceal cake crumbs,

and empty tea cups in my bed.

The clock strikes twelve!

I find my shoes at the door,

but my heart still waits,

in the bed I slept in,

with you!

My old blue jeans

Under a blue sky,
a bird rises,
to fly away,
to the end of the earth,
where she finds,
the sun shining,
underneath  the feathers,
of her own black wings.

And here I walk,
with you,
in the pocket,
of my old blue jeans,
that have faded,
in the broken parts,
of yesterday.

Can I bring,
the sun back,
to that little corner,
of my place on earth?
Or do I fly away,
like that bird,
to somewhere,
where my old blue jeans,
can’t rupture?

Now I stand,
in my old blue jeans,
in the middle,
of a busy road,
where each car,
passes me by,
with the same question,
as I!

To Love Myself Whole

The cold touches my bones,
until my body knows how to keep herself warm.
My naked body breathes the thin air,
of the top of the Mount Everest in the summer,
making me smile in this intimate moment.

To dance in the rain and lightning,
is finding the courage to love yourself whole.
Like a flower I bloom in the sunlight,
only to grow when the rain showers the swamp,
until the flood covers the entire earth of my soul.

The hair on my skin rises and falls,
on the soft breeze flowing from your mouth,
like soft kisses during our love making.
Released is the wild horse from her prison,
running across the meadows of her youth.

Love in the purest form never asks,
but only embraces what is there in this moment,
waiting to be caressed by the soft touch,
of the only soul who know how to love me well –
In this moment of self-awareness, I learn to love myself!

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The Change

Life changes in every season,
like the colors in autumn,
change from green to yellow,
until they let go and fall,
allowing the heart to be,
reborn in the spring.

It is an inescapable process,
all life on earth experiences,
during their existence,
where the heart changes,
and the mind finds a way,
between the fallen acorns.

Nerves, like fingers,
stretch out to the sky,
like the heart stretches herself,
out to the heart of God,
where she finds peace,
in the soft autumn breeze.

The yellow trees,
beside this forest road,
protect her with their arches,
during these rotating seasons,
as she learns to see the blessings,
in the changes of the leaves.

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Funny Face

My smile hides secrets,
in the lights in my eyes –
a little inside joke.
A betrayal to the world,
when I know things,
that you also know,
but I do not say it,
yet I lift the veil,
in the funny faces,
only I can show.
It is all a joke,
or so you know,
when I am serious,
happily delirious,
unable to understand,
the way I am,
in the game we play,
in a teasing way,
where love is a stage.
Funny face,
yes, look at me,
it is my middle name,
the one you did not know,
or maybe you did,
when I thought,
I had hidden,
it all so well.
A little inside joke,
a game we play,
as the laughter,
bursts from the depths,
of my happy soul,
you know me so well,
I am your ultimate,
funny face –
an one-liner,
only we know!  

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The Light Carries Me

An energy flows like a river through my veins,
providing a place for many different kinds of life,
to live and breathe and allow me to be me in.

My feet step into this stream as if it is a lake,
where I float on my back with my arms spread,
looking up at the sky as I can finally breathe.

Hope, joy, kindness, and peace are colors,
surrounding me with an overwhelming electricity,
of destroying all the negativity inside of me.

The world is more alive when I am connected,
to this life-giving river inside of me,
that is made of the purest light and love.

I can cry tears of pure joy as streams of gold,
gently surround my entire body until it carries me,
into the here and now where all I have to be is present.

When the hands of Light are carrying me in love,
the energy is more powerful than I could ever dream off,
and nothing will ever be beyond my greatest ability.

The embodiment of joy

The embodiment of joy

Like a diamond hidden in the deep dark earth,
I am a child hidden in the heart of God.

A star sparkling in the night sky,
yet where it comes from,
and where it goes,
is unknown.

Even a magnifier or a pair of glasses,
cannot make an x-ray of my soul,
to unveil the secret mystery of who I am.

Protected is the scroll of knowledge,
even to those who desperately seek it.
Only the Heavens know my existence,
only they know who I am.

I am laughter.
The embodiment of pure joy.

Can you hear the child laugh in the Light?
Can you feel the celebrative vibration,
energetically fly through the sky?
Can you feel the love in the palm of my hands?

Invisible and often uncatchable,
I am a being,
I am a soul,
I am joy!