Uphill

There’s something about going deep into nature that reminds me – I can let go. I don’t have to hold on so tightly to all the things I want. I don’t have to know. This journey is slow I zigzag across the river, falling deeper into nature, not seeing a soul The desolate wilderness makes … Continue reading Uphill

Dementia

Your mind is a traitor that has betrayed youIt has left behind a bodyBut stolen your personalityYour ability to have a conversationYour presence is hereAlthough not really We all pretend like you are the sameWhat you have created still standsSurrounded by your familyReminiscing about who you used to beYour wisdom and generosity I found you … Continue reading Dementia

Band Aid

You stuck to me like a band aidThe colorful oneThat you put on sometimesJust for fun Giving my days a rosy hueI’ll dig throughAll my cluttered bagsFor you Soothing my woundsYet you leave a residueWhen I tried to take you offSo I decided to keep youAn extra layerI try to make belong A charismatic plasterAlways … Continue reading Band Aid

Past

I imagine the livesOf those who have pastI walk amongst what is left behindSpirituality and brutality existSide by side Self preservationIs in our natureWe have evolved so muchAnd shy away from warYet we have the same primal instinctsAs those who came before We need to conquer, explore, and claimMake love, reproduceAnd create Gods to explainAll … Continue reading Past

Mexico City

Mexico City sprawlsRises upThe city stretches out it’s busy armsBetween the mountainsA bustling valleyPurple flowers bloomUneven sidewalks greet meClosed basketsStreet marketsAsk you to look inside The entire city sinksLeansMexico CityA city of dreamsFlowers and treesTortillas and towersPollution permeatesFragrant gas, food, flowers Aren’t we all leaning slightlyYou might not notice at firstThe flaws peek through the … Continue reading Mexico City

Holes

I am full of holesA human sieveEmotions pour through meBut they don’t stayI am puttyI allow people to playMold my identitySometimes irresponsibly There are holes in my soulMy experiences are vagueI can’t make sense ofAny feeling, any dayNothing sticksEverything flows through meWhile time passes away My mind is full of holesThings that happened long agoMorpthed … Continue reading Holes

Deserving

Deserve is a strange wordWe need a reward for just beingAll of our desires must be heardBy the UniverseWhich should cater to our needsOur purpose and meaning But who gets what they wantWho is deservingAnd who gets punishmentDoes anyone deserve to be the bruntOf the worlds cruelty?The harsh divide between you and me? Does everyone … Continue reading Deserving

The Truth

What is the truth?A perceptionA feelingA created realityThe space that existsBetween you and meYou say I’m toxicI think I’m healthyWhich one of us can’t see? Is truth what existsWhen there is silenceWhen the mind is quietIf the mind is ever quietHow can we find it Our truths are not the sameOne persons truthIs anothers painIs … Continue reading The Truth

Cotton

I sat down in meditationAnd lost myselfMy mind went on vacationMy body started to humFull of vibration And I turned intoA ball of cottonFluffy and whiteWispyFloating freeWithout a bodyMy normal life has been forgotten An open windowA gentle breezeCauses the slightest movementWeightless and free It shifts me slightlyOff my cushionI roll and floatThrough the mediationAcross … Continue reading Cotton

Lines

I stare at myself in the mirrorExpression linesCreasesCrinklesA story etched into my foreheadWhen did I get wrinkles? I want them to leaveExit immediatelyI rub creams, oils, masksApply sunscreen desperatelyI wonder if you see what I seeInstead of looking into my eyesYou are looking at my linesFolds that tell you I’m getting old Markers of my … Continue reading Lines