Still meditating
i hear Her little feet
carrying a power
i've never witnessed before
She possesses what She wants
And when i think i know better
She always knows best
 
 

 

In a convertible
in summertime full of beautiful women
we're screaming music through red-red lips
going Tehuantepecer through soundtracks
Meanwhile I dance in the car
loaded with small people, windows up
It's winter, the one that's not going to stop me
from living dreams now
You hear? We'll never be happy someday
it's rightaway. Do it
 
 

 

I let a part of myself go
before I kissed it and held it softly
I realized I loved it
not for the beauty or other traits
but because it existed
And with a smile
I put it in the fireplace
 

 

 

Rustle, rustle, rustle whisk
whoosh of gentle feet
Poem strokes on a scroll
ikebana swishing
Sip, sip, sip your tea
this lunar year in beauty
 

 

 

Did you leave yourself a trail
of insignificant little things
that leads to that day when
you woke up
just a person
and didn't remember
who and what...
Searching for the familiar textile
you were becoming something
completely new
unknown to science and friends
What things does it have on it?