someone who sent those loves songs
could not show affection any other way

“are they okay ?” always whirled over my head
passages from books, illustrations, podcasts, songs, essays, interviews and articles were always  my way of trying to offer something
“was I okay?”  

things will be okay
“life goes on”
and it is what we decide
to make of it
from this moment on
onwards with joy as a compass

let your heart settle down, let your years sink in
let the beauty within your heart cleanse you “you are human” and your being loves you for it

There is no need to put yourself in harms way anymore
no need to try and figure out what you can say to make it better for someone else’s comfort
no need to always try
and try
admire the flower that grows in winter
the same way you would admire the one that flourished in spring

I know I am a distant breeze. And though I wish to come close to you I think I am better off far trying to build a loving life
where I no longer run after you
no longer run after what does not want me

I know I am distant scent
And although I wish to reconcile
and laugh with you
I think I am better off trying to mend myself and build more staircases to my other dreams
where I can find my joy in being of service to others
where I do not run after anything
but instead wander into the right rooms
and truly find that which appreciates me
for being what I am

I know I am just on this earth for as long as this body lasts
And although I wish I could travel the world non stop to see myself in all others
for now I am better off appreciating the small womyn who stares back at me from the bathroom mirror
she too is sacred

distinção bela
sou em este corpo uma floresta
onde a vida brota e foge
minha beleza é profunda e verde

When you wake up
wrap yourself in brilliance
it does not matter if yesterday was hard
if this whole month or this whole season
has been difficult for you,
has pressed your face against cold glass  
you are still here
and  just as unexpectedly as sorrow came
so can joy

find your gleaming cloak of hope
of laughter or liberation
and laugh and cry if you need to
but carry your brilliance with you

I wax like the moon
the water in my body
feels like an uprooted planetary mass
subject to rotation and cycles
bathed in an ocean of time