Soul Verses

Sometimes in the silence of self-inquiry, verses come to me, which I quickly write down on my notes app. I've decided to add some of them here as well. If you would like to read some of my poetry in Spanish, click here.

The horse in the head

The mind

and its idiotic

gallop

if we could just

for a moment

hold the reins

of the rains

that reign

our silly

little

brains

Just be

We have all the answers

they are clouded

by layers of noise

they are waiting

within a silence absolute

for us to have the courage

to be still

to merely

U-turn

Take that pointing finger

and turn it towards yourself

not for guilt

not for shame

but with the will

to accept

that you live what you create

and there’s no one else

to blame

The observer

look at the anger

accept the anger

hold the anger

embrace the anger

look at the pain

accept the pain

hold the pain

embrace the pain

don’t confuse your Self with the anger

don’t believe you are the pain

once you can observe the ego

even if just for a second

then you are no longer the ego

and that is a victory of love

Not knowing

What blessed tragedy!

What unfortunate luck!

Oh yes!

we know nothing

about good or bad

in this grand cosmic tapestry

that is life

Ladybug

a golden ladybug

has reminded me

that the truth is always in the “I am”

like a gentle wizard

it slept on my nightstand

and was gone by dawn

leaving me

covered in the glowing certainty

that what has to be

just is

The trickster

this is not who

I AM

this tightness

this choking sensation

it is the ego

and its desperate attempt

to survive

clinging

grasping

refusing to drown

in awareness

frantically crawling

towards the eyes of the heart

to secure the blindfold

that keeps the Self

dormant

that keeps

it alive

Gratitude

the wooden beams have eyes

they watch me

while I lie

looking upwards

in awe

the sound of rain

is all-encompassing

none else exists

but the remaining minutes

of a day

when grace

gently disarmed fear

none else is left to say but

thank you

Chase the Spring

I am sad

as if all the sadness in the world

had made a nest inside me

as if I had volunteered

to carry the weight of all sorrows

the trees are still

naked

dead while alive

and they are destined

to that one spot

to endure the snow

and wind

until spring comes

and as much as I admire

their stoic stance,

I have feet

I can walk

I can chase the spring

and dance

Life Number II

I once wore tiny dresses in eight-degree weather and rode the L train to mayhem

I once shared a home with lunatic men who left a trail of cornflakes along the staircase

I once became a freak to mingle with the freaks and got swallowed by the night

I once lit red candles in a Brooklyn basement with a guy who believed in the obscure

I once made a friend for the first time and ate popcorn for dinner in a flat with no furniture

I once went back and forth from Long Island while engulfing Kurt Vonnegut novels

I once escaped east of madness with two suitcases full of insomnia

and in a museum of love and decay, I murdered a life whose only traces lie in blown-out photos.

or rather it died of starvation

Hold hands

if you hold hands

with the sky

you will be effortlessly

led by

all that is

even when the storm

feels like

an unwise path

you will surrender

every step

to the all-knowing

and in the quiet spaces

between

the roaring thunder

you will hear

a whisper

of truth

and drenched

and exhausted

but forever trusting

you will know

to rejoice

and the sun

will find you

with eyes

wide open

looking in the face

of love

I am

I am as I am

the forgiven and the forgiver

the carved stone

the burnt coal

the bone turned to dust

I am the heap of laughter

the well of sorrow

the plane ticket

the leave notice

I am the welcome bouquet

I am the clenched fist

the soft embrace

the roar and the lullaby

I am the tiger and the egg shell

the wave and the pond

I am the mother of darkness

the cradle of light

the stingray and the goldfish

the preacher and the herd

I am the fire

the cloud

the color purple

I am the bleeding wound

and I am the the bloody spear

the soft flesh and the scar

I am all that has happened

since we set the hourglass

and all that will unfold

until the end of time

/I breathe a hurried breath

I take a sacred pause/

I am me

and you

and everything

compressed into

this instant

the only

ever present

ever perfect

n o w

Sitting in nature

There’s a spider

webbing its web

it looks like it’s floating in the air

there’s a bird

with wings like autumn leaves

there’s a soft buzz

of willows

brushing their branches

their heads tilted

like wigs

soaking their fringes in the pond

there’s a play of light

filtered by swaying trees

shifting hues of green

there’s a bug

on a leaf in the grass

you show it to me

there are clouds

like drops of milk

fallen over liquid blue

the sun is bowing

its final bow

tainting the sky in gold

we are here

there is peace

there is everything