(A friend once told me)
That the stars in the cosmos
Must have been aligned when the two of us came newly into this world.
The astrology up in the atmosphere
On the 28th of April
Saw you coming
And three years later
On the very same day
It said, We must make her a match.
Someone to fill the in-betweens of her fingers
And the empty spaces on the inside,
To brighten up her eyes
And the shine of her smile.
They won't find each other right away
But the magnetic pull of the universe
Will bring them together
Without a doubt.
And I was crafted from stardust and a celestial glow
And beamed down to earth
Fated to wander its surface
Until you came to stand in my path
And point me in a new direction
Hand safe in hand
And heart tethered to heart.

are what my pupil
found difficulty reading
and considered unimportant
yet
the in
the of
the to
the from
do shape
our understanding
lend                                    a sense of place or
movement
orexactrelations
between objects and actions -
thanks, all of you prepositions,
bridges in our communication.

Stepping out
On stepping stones
Cracked and ready to crumble
The slightest pressure or lightest weight
Bring the depths instantly closer
Plummeting to the unknown
Facing the unwanted
The sunny sky turns tunnel
Turns pinhead, turns black
Vertigo, no sign to guide
Nothing to lean on
No way to track the bubbles
As the drowning ensues
Searing pain, like lightening
Blinds or enlightens
A flash of what's to come
For an instant there is tomorrow
In that instant hope renews
A hint of up or down
A choice of direction
A path to glory
A way of life
And the sun will never be lost again

Are you ready for the next rung?
Have you got what it takes?
If you want the game to pay its way,
You’ve gotta raise the stakes.

Those noisy hobs inside your head?
The ones clamoring for attention?
The ones you’d happily prefer
I, kindly, didn't mention?

They don’t subsist on magic.
Rare juice fuels their abuses.
Juice you could be putting to
Much more constructive uses.

The first step is to let 'em know
You’re on to their dog-earred tricks.
The second is to brace 'em
For a trip to the ol’ deep six.

Oh, they’ll put up a fuss, all right,
Don't worry, you'll end up winning.
But don't sit on your laurels, plebe.
The fight is just beginning.

I am lost in a dry land
without direction,
with no destination,
No one to come to my rescue
So far and distant,
a glimpse of You is what I crave
I have gone astray and is hard to seek Your face
My soul is downcast from fighting in the flesh
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for You

I desperately thirst for the living water,
Pure, like the river in heaven
that floods from the throne of God bringing life

Day and night,
I longed to see Your face,
I cry out loud for Your embrace
So, when can I go and meet with You again?
My soul thirsts for a glimpse of the living God.


Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.

Where did you come from?
Where are you heading?
Moments pass us by,
As our dreams are shedding.

To be or to not,
No idea.
All I can do is wish and hope,
Hoping you are near.

Missing and Forgetting,
Two separate points of view.
All I can do is miss what we had,
Forgetting is not an option, when it comes to you.

So where did you come from?
Would you take me there?
Where are you heading?
This world is big enough to share.

sometimes,
we don't need to look for another grip to not be blown off.
      don't need to impose to be in silent as if you do not care with the flow.
      don't need to pretend like you forget about the gravity.

the direction,
  it could have carried them all to a much better place.
but unfortunately,
                       we just do not know if it's the best.

so, where (and how long) would you anchor?