Colors of My Soul

 

 

Give me a color

And I will rust it with time.

Give me a shape

And I will blur it with time.

Give me a sound 

And I will distort it with time.

Time is my tool!

Is it my tool if 

I cannot grab it, stop it, fast it?

My hair is now gray,

My body is now curved,

My voice is now harsh.

I found time hidden in my mind

And I will not let it go!

But I forget some past,

I did not pay attention to your present love

And I cannot tell

What will happen to me.

Please freeze it!

Is my color, my shape, my voice

To care?

I will find a sleigh for my body to fly,

I will improvise my music in life,

I will illuminate my mind

With the eternal spirit

Of the gifts I was given

To share the colors of my sacred tool,

My soul, all the time.

 

Feb 2021

 

 

Directions

 

 

It is the wind from the north

That pushes me south.

It is the wind from the east

That pushes me west.

I am stuck in the middle

Tempted to go back

By feeling comfortable in the shirt

Of my best vacation.

And the wind keeps strong

For days and days.

The palm tops’ confused move

Frantically in directions they do not understand.

Wind came whistling a whisper

And now is hauling loud;

Shows its invisible moves

Carrying the perfumes of flowers,

The sand of desert, the heat and the cold

From far away we not even know.

Is the same wind that flows with my words,

With my singing, with my yelling and laughing.

Is the same wind that moves the clouds,

Is the same wind that gives me oxygen

And takes my breath to feed the plants.

It carries the single note of the first creation

Into today, for us, forever.

It creates before and after

In the direction we choose

If we choose. 

 

Feb 2021

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Somewhere else

 

The ocean looked up

The sky looked down

They fell in love

Had clouds of children.

The earth looked up

The sky looked down

They had wedding flowers for love.

The sun came up

And woke the marriage

From the night of rest.

Clouds moved away

Flowers died

But the sky is still in love

With us waiting

For the next sun

To shine the soul

With its rhythm,

To lift the flowers to the clouds

To go somewhere else.

 

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Feb 2021

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Dreams

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I fill empty mornings

With buckets of fears

That came relentless

On short dreams.

I am here for you, not for me!

As the body I was given

Ghosts away

The spirit claims its presence,

Fights to get stronger,

Bursts the attention,

Calls for answers,

Scares the fears

With buckets of

“I am here!”.

Not once, not twice

I called for your help

When you couldn’t hear me,

Or to echo my words,

I threw the anchor 

Of the drifting boat

For fear of being lost,

Or the adventure of going somewhere else.

I grabbed onto the crevices

Of the steep mountain side

To claim the fear of falling,

Or the pleasure of flying,

But I stood immobile to a pack of wolves.

Is this a value, a gift, a curse?

The wind will blow its answer maybe

Or too late, 

I will not know

The presence of my soul I know. 

 

Feb 2021

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Time Capsule

 

I am in a time capsule

Immobile

With my eyes divided,

With my heart divided,

With my brain divided

Just thinking of you

By me immobile

Thinking of me.

Time traveling together

When is dark outside,

When is cold outside

We go back faster than light

To find warmth

In the images of smiles,

In the movies of voices.

We will wake up in just one day

To hold hands

Out of the immobile silence

Of the time capsule we crawled in

To feed our soul at night,

To give halo to our life together

Alive again.

 

Feb 2021

 

 

 

The leaf

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Life and death collided!

What we live for is

What we die for.

Gift and sacrifice

Look inside their eyes

To find the same color,

The same face,

The same strength.

As gift is a curse

And sacrifice is pleasure

The mirrored world

Will reveal itself:

It took a lifetime to live

And a lifetime to die.

The energy of life

Built the pyramids’ end,

The energy of death

Propels a life in creation.

No winners, no losers

It is just it!

It stopped me on the boardwalk

A tiny new mangrove coming through

The crack of a dead empty branch

With just a green leaf

Waving to life

Mine!

With 8 small hands on my chest

I will roar away.

Inside 8 little eyes I saw the light

On their shining hair.

With their body crashed on me

The day will warm up

At the children’s voices.

It is just it!

 

 

Feb 2021

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Unexpected White Dove

 

Rare white dove flew in

Unexpected 

Swirled by a strong wind

Almost flipped upside down

Fast keeping the flight’s direction.

The wall’s top saved that dangerous flight

Birds cannot master,

You did.

Why did you?

Where did you came from?

White dove just looking at me,

Risking your life for me,

Maybe.

Without human sound

You showed me your struggle,

Your resolve, your mission,

White dove vision

Maybe.

Our spirits met at the perfect

Moment and place

When my eyes turned to you

I did not decided

I needed, you knew.

Needs and lives

Drew a message flight

In God’s book of nature

Where spirit meets

unexpected.

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March 2021

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The Fire Sun

 

And the fire sun

Sent light through the soul,

Ignited the passion

Burning inside.

Looking for freedom

We travelled oceans and land

Stumbling on tools of remedies,

Buckets of discoveries,

Silk ties, golden rings.

We “needed” them?

Golden fire lines from the sun

Through us into the earth,

Move time, planets, emotions.

When are we going to be free?

No more guilt for

Duties, ambitions, schedules.

Fire the liberator

Will burn the past, in the present

To grow the new seedling tree

For a fire breathing chimera

Of passion and peace.

I felt freedom for a second.

 

 

March 2021

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Eternity

 

And I feel shame

For a thought of death,

For a thought of sex.

When a yellow streak of light

A perfect line

Crossed the photo

But not the view

Of the sky at dusk.

Gloomy clouds darken from the north,

South is still brilliant by the sun

Weak and sweet like this wine

From my lands

Brings the perfumes of flowers

Captured in the barrels of time.

And I feel shame in the present life

And of eternal life.

Here… with a yellow invisible light

That slices reality and

Messages from a different dimension

Here in me.

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The Element

 

The laguna had dried out,

Leaves and slush filled the dock to the top.

Careful! The children may fall in it!

A cotton tail is jumping on that ground now.

I always dreamt of jumping off the fifth floor

Able to fly in happiness or 

landing on my feet to prove my power.

Flying like a bird weightless or 

defying gravity like a cat

Safe on his legs of endurance and flexibility.

I never died!

I saw a whale flying in the air

After she exchanged size 

with a man walking on earth.

From slush to air, to ground

The element we live in molds us creation.

One day whales will become birds

And fly with men in the sky, imagine!

Cats will land after a flying jump with men.

Rabbit will jump on slush

And children will not drown.

The ground we live on defines us creatures?

The immense ground of the Spirit I live in

Can make me feel like a fish, a bird, a cat or a rabbit.

The element that connects my Spirit 

In silence among sounds 

is where I live forever

In the circular line 

Beyond before and after,

Incomprehensibly

Magnificent, 

Powerful the splendor of mystery lives.

 

July 2021

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The Veins

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Take a journey in your veins

Bulging off the hand

From your touch to the brains

The fastest to understand.

You will flow in the dark

And cannot stop to think

Of the spark 

Found that time at the park.

The ups and downs are sharp

Full of accelerations and breaks

Powerfully harp

The life that it wrecks.

It is a long journey

Full of emotions and events

Unpredictable gurney 

Of successes and repents.

Will it stop or continue

You will not ever know

Ahead is the venue

You are obliged to go.

The heart will propel you

Back to the fingers

In the experience’s stew

To gain more sense of what lingers.

One day you will bleed out

Or stop in the motion

Where you’ll come out

Is no meaningful notion.

The journey will continue

Entering a new vein

Without a preview

Up in the experiences’ train.

 

I gifted the journey you never asked for

It will give you the sense

Of what life of creation will pour.

 

July 2021

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Birds

 

Look…

a flock of  black birds is flying home in the north sky.

Look…

a flock of white bird is flying home in the south sky.

We want to go home 

This evening

We want to go home 

this year.

What if home is up in the ocean and I cannot fly?

Monmouth returned to the cave to die,

Salmons die returning home to spawn.

Home is Life, death has a home.

Light and darkness is our place.

Rest and action is where we belong.

Is yesterday or tomorrow our identity?

Is this dimension a dream?

The savvy man has a book to understand it

for just a second

Challenging our mind with reasons!

I… am still immobile 

in the perfect position of my senses

Palms open, eyes up

Looking at the birds 

Having them show me the way.

 

August 2021

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The Fig

 

And I got used to your messages

My friend who loves the earth

My friend who loves the ocean

My friend who loves science

My friend who loves art

My friend who sends me good mornings.

I got used to see creation 

Of earth, of water,  in the sky.

I got used to the spirit’s 

Driving life, curiosity, creativity.

I got used to see love 

In the photos, in the phone messages

In a good meal.

Cold kills your branches

Every year

But not your roots.

You spent months to build your bush

Taller this year

Hiding your fig

I discover it…I eat.

I recognize you,

You came from my father!

Relentless obsessed

Into my everyday trinity

Of creation, spirit and heart

To gift me of a poem

With deep roots that will 

Win the cold, that will be discovered

In the next generation

By a simple bump of two heads.

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Sept 2021

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The Cycle of Flying

 

The water and the wind

Eroded the rock to sand

And then to dust 

that flew away.

And the fire burned the tree

To charcoal and ash

That flew away.

And the sun heated up the water

To vapor that flew away.

The cycle of flying

Of invisible particles

Charged with only spirit

Continues restless,

Relentless with its meanings.

Hits the matter,

Transforms it in air, in sound

With a magical puff,

Then runs away from the view.

It will bring dust, ash, vapor

Where I do not know.

I saw it …blossoming by my feet

In the rainbow of flowers

Kissed by the morning dew

At dawn

Here now.

 

Oct 2021

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Glimpse

 

Through my slit I saw

Glimpse of creation:

The stars, the sun, the sky, the trees….:

Only a short, small piece of creation.

What guides the was, the is, the will:

Only a short, small creation

Lives in the mind, in the pages of memory.

And the gifts of love, worry, happiness:

Only a glimpse of immense humanity.

Flying in the water, 

Swimming in the air, 

Walking on the mangrove,

Accepting my closeness,

Challenging his wings an inch from the water

The cormorant with elegant moves weaves the glimpses 

Of this short, small creation.

Lets wear the best festive clothes,

Lets light up a smile,

Lets sing the B flat hymn,

Bells will sound,

Lets danze together

Forever.

 

Nov 2021

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Prisms

 

I,… am a triangular prism,

You,… are a round prism,

We,… are square prisms

The light like a sword penetrates us

And we donate light to each other.

An image created every moment,

Changes every moment,

Every season, every hopes.

Imperfect wisdom appears dressed of age:

Young fighters,

Laborers for the family,

Servers to the parents,

Creators in society.

Forgotten is the mirror of past decades

Without a moment of pause.

Photographs of prisms’ projections

Surprises with millions colors and shapes,

Resonates the megaphone of million personalities,

Explodes the heart with million emotions.

To understand what happens

When the light comes through us

With the duties for the gifts

Of body, soul and heart

Finally arrived

To make sense of pain.

 

Nov 2021

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Tent

 

Let’s build up the tent and a stage

In the backyard…for the party.

We’ll invite everybody:

Small birds do not fear us,

Big birds jump away at our intruding noises.

White feathers, blue feathers,

Small feet, big feet,

Some fast other slow depict the air

With the routine of existence

In the creation’s majesty.

They do not fear each other.

This tent is too small!

This stage is too little!

How could we frame in the birds?

Patiently will wait for them all together

In our canvas suddenly.

We will save

A mix of songs and croaks.

We will laugh and danze and drink

For them

In our little party tent

Where we fear each other,

Where we like small feet and dislike big feet,

Where we enjoy songs and dislike croaks,

Where we prefer a feather’s color.

While the sun illuminates the stage

Behind the blurring curtain of mist

It warms the just woke up morning

I am grateful for.

 

Nov 2021

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 A drop of wax

 

Ungratefully a tear 

Evaporated on the flame of the candle

And became a drop of wax.

Its perfume hit our eyes

That cried.

If not with passion

Solemn grace appears

To clear our thoughts

Of the creation that vanishes

Soon.

Slowly life burns

Engraves the happening

With wax drops

In the darkness of today.

And the irresponsible tear drop

Hits affection and the history

Of us  who are here

Thanking

Without repeating a note.

Wax drop…you celebrate,

You transform yourself, you grab on,

Now immobile

You invented new forms and colors

Sculpted randomly at the heat of the flame.

It is evening, it is dark

Finally.

 

Dec 2021

 

 

Faith

 

Unable to resist 

to the music’s intense calls

Flows  

From the mind to the fingers

A waterfall of incomplete melodies,

Then floats out

And away in the ocean of sounds

At the stumps of chords’ irregular rhythm 

Without control.

I, in the egg hug my body 

In fetal position

Keeping the spirit inside

Collect images of smiles

Over tears

Between the faith of birth

And the faith of death. 

 

Dec 2021

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