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?