love

it is the answer
no question
it is what pumps
the blood
through the veins
it is what dissolves
loneliness
into laughter
it is the curious head
of a child
up in the morning
asking
for a hearty breakfast
for the
brain

it is the answer
no question
to hunger
and to misstrust
it is the magic
cream that
heals the wounds
it is the wound
that heals itself
opening up
towards the otside
living for others.
satiated
by the need to give
even if it means
tipping the world
off-balance

Come through for me

Come through for me
Come true to me
Restore the joy
Of honesty and faith
For once , for all
Let the world ring
Its wake up call
Let truth be told
And freedom reign

Cypress trees

You would think
They are always on their knees
And softened by the misty water
At their feet
And yet they rise
Towards the sky
And see their future
In bright lights
Theirs is the flexibility of youth
Theirs is the hard core
That keeps their spines up straight
When heavy winds come blow
They know this too shall pass
And wait on peace
Cause what’s an hour
For the cypress trees

Everybody’s poems

It was a humid night

And it rained lots of love 

And when we woke up

It was raining light

So the seeds of the poems

Planted last night

Grew up like weeds

At the side of the road

There is no shame

To bend down

Pick some up

To flavor your cooking

There is so much light

They should be growing 

Poems in everybody’s yard

Together with grass

Mustang Lady

Mustang lady

She rode a yellow mustang

Her voice was speckled with dust

But her words flowed like honey 

And she had a knack for holding

The reins real tight, a sweet way

That barely upset anybody 

Who’s ever been around her 

To see her and love her

and survive with their soul never

Intact - but touched by the 

Lady who rode the yellow mustang 

April Breeze

April breeze

Love is the blushing petal

That carves its way up

In the cold April wind

Towards the sun

sweet

she is like molasses
and she sweetens your soul
she makes your world twirl
in a whirlwind of song

under her dark curls
she sparks smiles
and she shoots giggles
to highlight the skies

she flies low, she flies high
her energy could power
a rollercoaster
and she tempers is down

with the gentlest of hugs
with her most caring questions
she sweetens your soul
that she melted into molasses

artichoke fields

I have had the fortune

Of walking among fields

Of blooming artichokes

While holding in my arms

Ever so tight my newborn son

And since the earth could feel

How insecure 

the steps I took all were 

it turned the path

To soft and gentle mud

So if even we’d fall 

we would be welcome 

in it’s warm embrace 

As is looked down

Into the cuddle to my son 

his budding red haired head 

emerged, his eyes

Looked sharp and pointed up

Towards the vast serenity

Of sky and sun

Then with his tiny hand

And growing soul

He hugged me back

Since then I know

That even if we fall

We’ll be alright

We’d help and pick 

each other up

To walk with our spirits

Twice in strength 

Towards the future

And the light it holds

With cheer and hope

we will move forward

on our separate paths

and still be bound

By sky and mud alike 

And the the blooming artichokes 

The fields have had 

balanced flow

everything goes round
as air flows through the lungs
and blood flows through the heart
so does
love flow through the veins
life flow through the heart
light flow through the brain
and then
it shoots in a rainbow
as water sinks in the ground
and humble grass grows
cause all
deserve to learn and grow
and owe to teach what they know
share with the young
light a spark
until the young grow
and learn how things flow
and everything goes round

my neighbor

this woman, my neighbor
she has a big heart
as big as a coffee shop
so we all stop by and chat

this woman, she'll adopt
all the neighbors
she makes me wonder
how she can love the whole lot

this women she rescues
pets in distress whom she heals
so they don't limp anymore
but bounce from her arms

i wonder how she has healed
and how many hearts
for neighbors and i bet for the strangers
with whom she imparts joie de vivre

and coffee chats

ode to new

if you are complacent
in the comfort of what you know
how will you grow
the shoots of nascent awe

Nichita's #1

“If one day I would lay my kiss
Onto the soles of your feet
Would you be able to walk
Or would you be afraid
To crush my kiss, and limp a bit?”

Attempt to translate - Nichita Stanescu

lookout

i look forwards to living tomorrow
because tomorrow i will see you
and you will give me incentive to
look forwards to the next tomorrow too

somedays when you are not there
or my friends have rarified in thin air
i just get up because i feel
others may lookout towards me
as i look towards me
i fear of letting them down
so we bootstrap you see
each other you and me

so my friend look forwards to tomorrow
i will give you incentives to
and we will forage for the fast multiplying
wild and hidden love flowers and fruits

sweet and strong

it is hard to stay sweet, it is hard to stay soft
in a world that presses hard on its carbons
hoping they will turn into diamonds
it is hard to stay afire when the storms come
and yet with our lights on, we still glow

we glow hot, and we burn out of patience
if we do not remember to look out
for our siblings and neighbors;
the ones who were tried before us
in hot fires shall teach us

you do what you can and you sail
in the storm cause there are no shelters
for our bodies and souls, unless if we build them.
we look out for our children
feeding on their sweet love, and crying for their pain

it gets easy if we look outside of us and we share
the worlds of our words, the peace of our souls,
the hunger, the food, the thirst and the wine
and if we are really vulnerable,
the dream to stay strong

- this one for Evelyn

whistle

if i whistle in a forest
if i whistle in a dream
if nobody cares to listen
should i whistle still?

if bat my arms at random
when luck throws me in a river
never minding if i shiver
i should hope to learn to swim

if i put my legs in order
one in front of the lazy other
and i start my journey
will it matter?

it will matter if i gather
seeds of love, and seeds of knowledge
to plant along the pathways
that we'll carve inside our forest

i plan to share the journey,
and the love that will be planted
in the songs i will be dreaming
while i am whistling

fire

fire through the veins
through the forest
through the sky
spreading fast
reaching out
with bursts
of light

smoke

A the end of the year you may find
that you have taken a lot of heat
and on the side - you have developed
a special sense to detect smoke.
and if your mind muscles are a bit sore
it is all for better because
you have emerged shiny and strong
from the kiln, and you have learned
that to make your path
towards light you may have
to take heat - sometimes
and you can!

peace

peace springs with your words
out of your mouth
your words are the sprouts
of a bright and kind
future
love spring from your acts
out of your hands
which shape the objects
that we all touch
as we grow
the looks out of your eyes
comes in warm waves
as your embrace molds us
into the the children
of your light

the wisdom of the earth

the soil under our feet
gives us roots,nourishment, and strength
to us who roll our lives forgetful, and tall
scraping its surface
while in its wisdom
it waits quietly, respectful and kind
for some well deserved
return on investment

north migration

I have moved my heart to the north
not much, but enough so that
i would not mind the cold
and the blows of random winds
unless they break trees to the ground.
i hear now the songs of ice
as it expands sending ahead
waves of shivers
but i  have toughened up
for the northeasters
are yet to come
and we still have to learn
to stay alive
with our heads above ground
in the middle of the protective forest
taking example from hardwoods
and evergreens
and farther beyond these,
the modest but of so flavorful
juniper bushes and berries