The hero

 He is but one the hero

And there is only one quest

We each get our chance

If being him and then along the journey 

And the chance comes back

To the lucky ones

Once a day

Everyday of our lives.

There are two sides of one coin

And they can  flip 

Any minute

There are two faces to time

You can call the god

Good or bad

As he sends every moment

To us and asks us

To seek our balance.

The bridge, the trip,

The road and the river

The blue sky and the storm 

And us are asked

To share the path

To coexist.

Be the hero

soak in and drink 

The essence of time 

Fluttering by

While we can

Let’s face the currents

And swim in and drink

The water of life

Fruits

We are all fruits

Of the tree of life

Either soft on the inside 

But hiding beneath

A hard shell ;

Or soft on the outside 

Like peaches 

But hiding a hardcore pit

Protecting our heart.

So many fruits

In this world 

So much sweetness

But handle us with care

Before anybody gets hurt

At harvest

sword in stone

if you are tired of fighting daily battles

do you pick and choose

those for which you show up?

do you drop your guns

to you extract the sword from the stone

or you sit and recharge?

Naked

I stand here naked, 

not of clothes

But of all defenses

Because I have decided 

To let words rings true to their value.

You were listening for a while

And then your voice rang like a bell

In resonance with the loudest timpani

Till the walls let the sound sink into them

And the floor, and there was no ceiling

( anymore).

But then what happened to us?

Have we dissolved in fear or indifference,

Have we become transparent to lies

Allowing them to pass through?

Untouched are our bodies you think

Wrapped in protective feathers of faith?

Will we stand naked all over again?

This time in shame, because

The emperor’s clothes, as it turns out,

were too thin to be true .

bridges

With long strong arms powered by longing 

the very distance between us 

pulls us closer;

to void fills with voices like the sky fills with stars

when the night covers the earth 

in darkness.

the music rises and each voice harmonizes,

the chorus is disorganized, organic, 

exhausting

and yet the music persists in breaking the silence.

we are free to be friends, when we remember

our core;

who we truly are, what we stand for, 

and what do we want from this blessed day 

we were granted.

today is the day, the only today that will ever be

should we choose distance over love

or love over distance ; what kind of bridge

will you and I be?