aroused by her emotions seduced by this soft breeze
her heart started to melt, as a fountain of chocolate youth
wanting to try the fruit of risk and of truth as souls remove all its layers and dance levitating towards source
dancing slowly, this music made her move
anticipating the sound of the beat under this summer heat
The sun was trading its space with the moon and only a swim was in sight under this sunset’s light
I feel you
I know you are around
I have enough breadcrumbs to share as I cant stop my stare from this waves…..
I feed you as you fly
just sing to me as you dive; some fish will arrive whenever you strive.
In silence she was, in this paradise lost
The desire to find him was unfulfilled…
But having the desire simply meant that he existed…Their highways would finally cross, not overlapping simply realizing that the time has arrived
Home can only be felt as Home
The concrete on the sidewalk was still curing
She walked distracted but just on time she was guided to turn.
Obstacles,so many lessons undisclosed
Like a rolling ball crushing against the ground no matter how high it flies….
so she decides to go…..
Back to meditation in this summery scene of unwritten life pages and rain on the skin
adorned by Freckles
My last painting for Sale
Finger-painted unframed canvas 5×5
( Acrylics, oils, nail polish)
The mystery we are, I find so difficult to define; when we say who we are, we end up being who we are not; never becomes some-times and sometimes may become an all-ways.
This walk is not eternal
things change, life moves, the same waves that come, are the ones that are instantly seduced back into the water….
……nothing stays the same.
Wrinkles of wisdom stamp our faces of unforgettable memories and non-erasable stories,
I find a great resemblance between life and mosaics:
They are aligned on a tidy floor
sometimes cracked,sometimes dirty, sometimes beautiful and perfect.
We make ourselves play by skipping one or more, jumping and testing ourselves to see how far we can go, or skipping one color to stand on the next,
as if we were winning a game of …. power?
Other times, our feet not even fitting inside and playing’s not even an option….
small pieces are needed to create the big picture, a small piece of cracked glass wont make any sense without the other pieces….
……the adrenaline keeps us moving …..
failure is simply a word
part of a world that is not sold,
we are just doing what we are told.
When I glue my words creating this mosaic, I continue to journal a list of dreamt illusions that come and go as this summer breeze,
Where am I going with this words that keep flowing and continuously rolling down my mind’s slide ?
Conclusions are far to reach, no matter how much I preach
The shore is not seen close by, where life’s answers may reside.
So avoiding to collide i surrender my internal debate to whatever my path will deliver.
Sometimes flowing sometimes stacked sometimes cheery sometimes disconsolate.
I wonder if it would be easier to navigate with a map journeying through the known instead of cruising the rapid waters of this life’s maze piloting harbor-less….
but would it entertain this unforeseeable soul?…..