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Broken Mold

IMG_4156.JPGFrom every side pushed,
From every edge pressed
From every angle tested;
Guilt being used to shake things up
Fear to bring me back to the preconceived mold;
Flexible as an elastic band stretching,
Being brought to the ground abruptly,
Tension in the air
Peace in her soul
Segmented, judged, classified, routed with nonstop spoken words and infinite silences.
The little hole in the sky keeps her alive
The little light in her heart keeps her breathing
A fight for freedom of choice and courage to remain flying….
The road is bumpy. Fog and uncertainty ruling the way , but this walk cant be interrupted as The only way to live is to walk her walk


mosaic

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 pray.
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?…..


the Actress

Windows reflecting her image distorted of how she feels she is,
as memories come to her mind suddenly.

she left
This walk was a never-ending roller-coaster
who was she without that mask?

….the best actress is not the authentic but the ticket seller

what do you do when you dont know what to do but still have to do it?
unclear is the surface of the tangible ground when mostly what you see is just part of the script.

Uncertain of directions perceiving a void when the known is far away and there’s no wall to lay on.

What if heart chooses, and mind is in disagreement?
Excuse me Sir, where is this life’s manual?
I dont want to go against the law
but … what if it makes me happy not to please anyone else?
This sadness is brought by the uncertainty of path
the rate race of dreams that walk without direction….
How can we feel fulfilled
How can we fly up high and feel alive?
How can we feel purposed even when nobody else sees that in us?
she feels alone
she feels non understood
where can she go….?


Still unnamed

Does it exist?
Does True Love exist?
So many poems and lyrics
so many phrases and quotes
so many thunders and sunshines above of it all.
Below the surface there’s reality there’s pain and there’s doubt, in a world of ever-growing bouts….

Where is this going, this pain is overflowing….
This empty space goes deep to touch base, trying to win some random race nonexistent to the eyes but clear as a vase.
Could it be platonic?
Could it be the mystical in love with love… that as a cloud it can hide whats real and loud under the eyes of the cowed that screams so aloud to be heard….?
Visiting and staying… or changing its route as simple as the seasons that without any reasons they move to horizons untouched as raw diamonds.

A knot in the throat from unspoken thoughts, painful as shots is the distortion of Love

where is the feeling?
which is its location?
where do you carry it when you pretend you dont have it….

She looks for connection instead of words and deceptions
She looks for a soulmate as if they truly exist in a world of beliefs, of seasons and cliffs, of reasons and fees.
She wants to believe
She wants to retrieve
She wants to forgive herself for this feeling as deep as the core of oceans and shores so strong and life changing as winds of renewal that shower the pain with truth and with rain.

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in my mind….

in my mind heartbreak was just an indecipherable state
in my mind the sun shielded us from obscurity
in my mind fear was a 4 letter word, unchosen
in my mind, loving was forever & never ending as breathing.
compassion and love our sixth sense.
shadows; only a reflection of trees, of shapes, not a dark soul feeling of fading into the night….
In my mind the beach was our home not allowing money as a medium to subsist on Earth…..where the ocean felt like blankets do and the sand as nests; as the only inhabitants who need money to be alive on Earth, she gifted us with nature and free loving.
In my mind, you & you & you & I… came here to be one, to help each other, through compassion & kindness, excluding  selfishness & simply offering tender love and trust to every soul, even the ones that choose to hide sensitivity and pain due to a misconception of what to be vulnerable and fragile really means
In my mind challenges were confirmation tests of our own true nature; no need for outdoor’s approval
In my mind, a shoot in the hoop still an activity allowing our essence to remain the same & victory not being a game but a feeling in the soulin my mind midnights were my secret spot that helped me unlock my truest Me, reminding me of the pleasure of existence, the abundance that simplicity possesses , of the ones to let go and the ones to keep; building the present as a solid foundation of an incoming future, where dreams come true; and peace, breathing and being; only synonyms of who we truly are.
in my mind eyes were only the windows to a beautiful inside out soul, simply hiding from deception; in love with love but quite scared of opening the heart to allow it’s humble natural flow.
in my mind every kiss would perpetuate all over my pores the indescribable intensity of the passion felt, immortalized as tattoos decorating my skin
Sensuality the motive & manifested art of seduction.
I guess we do know;
in our mind, essence, spirit…
… answers arise at the right day/time, if we are not hiding from them.
In my mind love was more than love;
it meant life
it meant joy
it meant companionship
it meant honesty
it meant freedom of being and choice
it meant hugs and touch
it meant friendship
it meant openness
it meant listening
it meant giving
it meant Unity & Oneness
L.O.V.E. Live life in a Oneness state of Vibrating Existence
in my mind……
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so send Mind, nite nite

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pinch it!
Unwritten she goes designing her path and recreating it as a piece of art being recycled by time and use, life chooses its own way moved by passions and adrenaline

How wise and essential mind is in this journey?
Are choices meant to be born in heart or mind?
what if heart chooses and mind is in disagreement?
Excuse me Sir, where is this life’s manual?
I dont want to go against the law
but … will that make me happy?

Decisions are a duality where separation is present
de-cisions
Present should be whole, integration, union
Can we have it all?

She was at the top of the hill of enjoyment, where no future or past had any participation
Happiness is based on that detachment from control and manipulation of the unknown….
The flow guaranties the enjoyment of whatever comes our way….
Feel, Breath, Meditate, Let go
When mind is stopped and heart is postponed, the umbilical gut feeling arises allowing the choices of Truth to manifest
So send mind nite nite 🙂
Loni!

 

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Perception

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un~expected

the sun is hiding, the moon up there staring.

you walk slowly

the ocean captivates you

fascinated by its music, you meditate

nights are your own path, in search of your own wrath

when noises are absent & shades dont follow.

authentic, sincere, and a truth chaser in a world of costumes & masks

where nobody asks what is it that you busk

cold weather levitates you & your sensuality vitiates

if only you could see, how special you can be, when stars are talking loud & wind tickles in your back….

sincerity in the dark soothes the identity of the sensitive.

protective, naive, genuinely goofy …

sheltering arms that captivate this free soul in search of answers

It’s easier to be yourself in the darkness of the night,

the moon’s spell hypnotizes the rebel mind, out of it’s comfort zone

Truth is not easy.

Adapting is

Truth is not fun

Lies & escapism are.

Truth is not cheap

obeying & following rules may be

Truth is not feeling lonely

learning to be alone is the sanctuary where dreams are planted as seeds & time allows its proper ascension

erasing the habits of forgotten past, re-writing reality in the present and now.

stronger than planned, sweeter than honey, fierce ……

En un mundo idealizado en la memoria, te animas a Ser…tu mismo!


be-ing

Pain-proof skin
rain water feeding the pores
Moon’s reflection in her back
pretending she was sunlight
Footsteps decorating the sand
and artisan fingertips playing freely with that melted chocolate bar…
Nonstop monotonous thoughts but clarity of purpose
Breaking free from obstruction
Calming down from deception
Pursuing intriguing challenging dreams of never ending blossoming
Where is this fairy tail world we were raised to believe that existed?
The Truth?
Where do this almost tangible dreams go?…
Is there a crib for them in a faraway island full of flowers and smiles; kind words & hugs; contagious love ( the kindest dis-ease of them all) and freedom, where they can spread their wings into the air and fly?…
Where are we going?
Observing what we preach as a mirror of what we do, as magnets attract themselves, reflecting generosity, compassion, understanding and light
Where is the land for the non- followers, the non- adapters, for the truth seekers & the doers , for the sensitive & compassionate, for the ‘ I dont want to sell myself’ to belong or ‘just’ to have money…
for the creative as a self expressing mechanism ?
I can imagine it…. It’s there… its close to me but seems to be far away…. It’s hard to grab it, it shows his reflection and fades away as steam does
I only hope I could hold it in my arms… and never let go, even when my arms open ….
I hope the sun would shine and hug our Planet,
the sad,
the lonely,
the homeless,
the sick,
the weak,
the thinkers and feel-ers ,
the non materialistic,
the love spreaders,
the healers,
the sensitive,
the real & transparent,
the caring,
every child….
If only we could realize we are here for a purpose and as a Unity, as Teamwork, as commUnity , would be so much better, so much fulfilling
so much in accordance with G’ds Truth and daily message….
Open your eyes
We need You…
and You & You & You………
The time is Now…..
Dont wait any longer…
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