I have spent so much energy, time and money
avoiding pain
not realizing that it is a gift
its own reward
only earned
by enduring it
securing it
surrender
work
effort
sacrifice.

Can’t get it just by sitting
watching
resting
talking.

But I can earn it
by listening
abiding
patience.
The crime
is not taking time
pain is earned
with time spent
with the climb
into someone’s tortured heart.

Pain must not be spurned
it must be earned.

Passion
The oil
Behind the force
That drives
The heart crazy

Passion
The force
Behind action
That sets the
Heart in motion

Passion
The fire
Behind vision
So strong and clear

Passion
The cause
Of the tension
Deep in my heart

Passion
The reason
For the madness
Tearing me apart

Passion
The force
Behind the motion
Within my veins

Passion
The reason
Behind the sunrise
At dawn

Passion
The vibes
Behind the tremors
Of the nightingales

Passion
The words
Behind the pen
In my hand

Passion
The cause
Of my passion
Is you!

The door is never locked
The key is just in it
ready to use
and never lost

but if you are busy
with problems on your mind
you will go look for it

and not get the idea
that you can just move on
by pressing the latch

Meditation does not help either
with the worries
you forget what is there
behind the door

and you stay where you are
calm and resigned
you put life into perspective

and you fantasize
how different it could be
behind the door

of your mind

How do you know?

Two bodies

emerging  

from their silos

Silhouettes
taking the shape of
two creatures
different accelerations

Destined to dance

Made to fit inside a block of ice
Holding a best kept secret
Together apart
From all the universe to find

A bumblebee
attuned to her
final harvest
Searching for nectar
on planets nearby
There is time enough
to repollennate

Saturn rings of ice
and Jupiter

Swinging towards each other
He passes her by
catching up
After years of
unused...

Time akin to sleep
Fiberglass insulation

Looking back
Thinking about the next time
They are going to meet
It already happened

Ahead of their destiny
The past that becomes the future
describes
Are they not thinking at all while moving?

A frozen moment alive


Moves so slowly
encapsulating
Nondescript fragments of time
as they are

Racing ahead on a predestined path
that cannot be changed

There is no going back

Destined infinity
Perfected collision  

As the sun watches

Another cycle

Hopeful to witness
the last
time

Allow the rhythm
Relax in rest
Breathe in renewal
To stay at your best

Release the weight
Just let it go
Waves of renewal
Come as you slow

Your life is not
A speedy race
Renewal won’t come
At a frantic pace

There’s time for action
And a time to renew
Take time for renewal
In all that you do

Life is a sort of flavors!
Sometimes tastes so sweet,
some others it is just that salt.

Life is a sort of stories!
Sometimes she is the beauty,
other days she is the beast.

Life is a sort of colors!
Sometimes the moon light,
some others turns to an eclipse.

Life is a sort of seasons,
Sometimes warm as the spring,
suddenly freezing and cold just like the winter.

Life is a sort of lenses,
Sometimes the clear vision,
in others turns to blurry.

Life is a like person.
Sometimes it is a friend,
others might turns to a total stranger.

Whatever life is!
Whatever comes between!
It is always one of the two.