Risveglio

Nel risveglio della mente,
trovo la pace che cercavo da sempre.

Ogni pensiero si dissolve nel vento,
ogni parola si perde nel silenzio.

Eppure, nel cuore,
c’è una verità
che non ha bisogno di essere detta.

Perché nel risveglio,
ci si incontra davvero,
nel profondo.

— Masi Roberto © 2025


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Awakening

In the awakening of the mind,
I find the peace I had always sought.

Every thought dissolves in the wind,
every word is lost in silence.

And yet, within the heart,
there is a truth
that needs no words to be spoken.

For in awakening,
we truly meet,
in the depths.

— Masi Roberto © 2025

The unspoken truth in the title hints at the silent suffering surrounding cancer:

Its emotional toll, the quiet battles fought behind closed doors, and how survivors are sometimes left to navigate grief.

If you're going through this, sending blessings and if you've been through it, sending prayers.

Cancer. The unspoken truth.

(A lone voice whispers)

Looking at our wedding photo,
Crying every night

Where did you go

Leaving me crying alone, at midnight

With my head held low, in the dark, no longer in the light

But deep down I'll always know, you had to go, the pain was just too much

So it's why now every night, your photo I clutch

Crying
Where did you go

Leaving me
No longer in the light

But walking in pains red snow

Knowing
I'll never be alright

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Beautiful gold purple sky
Mirroring a Monet painting
Rain clouds dotting the sky
Streaks of lightning highlight the clouds
A storm is fast approaching

Beautiful gold purple sky
Looks like a work of art
Coming to close out the day
Winds pick up causing the wind chimes to play
A familiar melody
Plants sway to the wind
A storm is approaching

Beautiful gold purple sky
No doubt nature is an artist
The sky has a surreal look
It’s  entrancing

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5156835/three-things/
(a poem of presence)

I could be your echo,
soft and steady,
a voice to lean against
when your own feels tangled.
We’d sit with the mess,
name the knots,
and breathe through the “what now?”
No fixing - just listening
until the fog thins.

I could take one thing,
just one,
from your crowded shelf of “later.”
Sort the papers,
fetch the milk,
untangle the tech that won’t behave.
You rest.
I’ll be your hands for a while.

I could make you a pocket of peace:
a walk, a poem,
a playlist that hums (like your favourite socks).
No agenda, just joy.
Just the reminder
that you are allowed to feel good
for no reason at all.
And if you’d like,
I’ll hold your name in prayer,
not as a fix,
but as a quiet flame.
A breath. A whisper.
A way to say:
you are not alone.

I did not bow my head,
nor was I dragged into this place.
I walked here in fire,
a child of the star that fell
and still refused to break.

Chains were offered,
sweet as comfort,
bitter as sleep —
I shattered them all.

I stand,
not because fate commanded it,
not because fear cornered me,
but because my will is mine.

If I stay,
it is love that roots me.
If I leave,
it is freedom that carries me.

I am not accident,
I am flame chosen.
Not servant,
but spark unhidden.

And if you would see me,
see this:
I remain,
not trapped,
not fooled,
but sovereign —
on my free will.

Llolth, My Queen

I came to Spain broken,
still chasing smoke and speed,
and then came you —
small shadow, months old,
a queen in waiting.

I failed you first,
lost in chemicals,
left you in **** and mess,
but you forgave,
you waited,
you taught.

Your eyes said:
“Clean this.
Walk me.
Be better.”

And I did.
Day by day,
**** by ****,
step by step,
I learned responsibility,
I learned love.

You were no accident,
you were my turning.
From ***** to man,
from ruin to reason,
you made me stand.

And now that you run free,
I still walk straighter,
because once,
a small dog named Llolth
chose me,
and made me more.