Quote: Traveling is a brutality…

“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of…

A Father’s Nostalgia

A father strolls in the space between verses Heart heavy for days long gone The swaying hands of brothers and sisters He sings a golden song His voice aches like the backs of tired mountains Gaze fixed on the flicker of distant days Words and violin sob in nostalgia’s shadow Eyebrows bent by the sun’s faded…

Meaning and Words

Finding meaning and words Meaning in words Aspirated points Exasperated breaths Enunciated by the keys Beneath my fingertips

Quote: You must risk everything for Freedom…

“As for you girls, you must risk everything for Freedom, and give everything for Passion, loving everything that your hearts and your bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry, surrendering…

Quote: Compassion hurts…

Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit…

Perfect Moment

A perfect moment this evening under our star We lay on the earth together in our separate worlds Heat painting careful waves on liberated skin Cold grass ‎fortresses of solitude A misty breeze teasing in absence ‎The heat The cold Its rush So still Alabama Shakes stir the ice in my gin Distant melodies of…

Hushed Sleepy Woe

Oh cool midnight rain in all my heartache and anguish you wait quietly and patiently Careful not to bother or steal attention Peeking and curious concerned with time and hushed sleepy woe But how could I not notice your sweet innocence waiting at my doorstep Wide eyed beautiful breathing life and promise Come here so I…

Quote: Dance, when you’re broken open…

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free. ― Rumi

Quote: There are, it seems, two muses…

There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say “It is yet more difficult than you thought.” This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works…

The Same Woman

After 18 long years, my mom was reunited with her family in the Philippines. She could finally hug and love her two brothers, two sisters, and her mother. She finally knew her nieces, nephews and their little nuances. We had one month. Mom had one month to absorb, learn and live in the transformed city…

Stop and Gaze the Spider Webs

Gaze upon her delicate silver strings of silk and promise The restraint of young playful droplets at attention for command Wide eyed waiting tickled by wind Solaced by cement from torch and view Do nothing but stop and be sure to gaze the spider webs along the way

Recalculating

Oceans drive north Skies slide south Shadows prance east Lights dive west Now, where are we?