#openness
the beginning of salvation is openness to something that precedes us, to an original gift that sustains life and safeguards it in existence
the believer is transformed by Love, to which he has opened himself in faith
and, in his openness to this Love offered to him, his existence expands beyond himself
Saint Paul can affirm: "it is no longer i who live, but Christ who lives in me"
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 2:37 PM UTC
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I cannot sleep on a bed of rocks,
While birds all around shed their feathers
And the lamb is shorn of its coat
I cannot listen to soundless music
When the conversation is demanded
but books are not available
I cannot be a friend
When it is rude to get to know you
And you attack me when I see you
I cannot be someone to lean on
When you condemn what makes me whole
And disdain what I have to share with you
I cannot pursue a beautiful life with you
Because you have relegated nature
To a practice of animal breeding
I cannot give you medicine
When to do so is to diminish your suffering
And you alienate practice but not thought
I cannot embrace a world of family
When the history of the earth is silenced
and the history of my family is not wanted
And this has made you unlovable
Because you forgot how to love
Though your intentions are pure
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 5:44 PM UTC
There was once a time
when men were championed for being sent off to war
celebrated
for having gone to battle
Should they have survived,
they would come home to their people,
drinking wine and parading about their accomplishments
while everyone gathered to listen to their tales
Yet, today, men are actively discouraged from sharing their battles
and I know,
a breakup,
or a depressive episode,
or even just a bad day
are not on the level of grandeur as a bloodied fight to the death
but even the small victories were once reason for banners to be hung
and the small losses; a reason for mourning
so, please, share your battles, whether they were a win or a loss,
because you never know
which fight will be the one to consume you
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC
I breathe calmly and
open myself to you, whom --
I do not know yet.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC
I am your view from your porch
I am the sand in your toes
I am the light from your torch
I am the bearer of your woes
I am your mirror on the lake
I am your connection to the land
I am the leaf stuck to your rake
I am the hammer in your hand
I am the loneliest, part of you—
Watching—
Waiting—
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC
The night draws me back into myself
Quiet, contemplative
Soaking in the events of the day in my mind
All the words said and left unsaid
All of that which I share
And all of that which I withhold
And it does not mean that privacy does not beget openness
For underneath one,
two and
three layers are
many layers more
Should one reveal all
To invite disrepair many times more?
However, in my daily privacy
My heart joins too
I find myself distanced from
Those near me too
And I wish it were not the way it were
But I bide my time
Comfortable in my self-peace
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 10:25 AM UTC
The air crackled; pre-cum tenses – with unspoken tension between
their eyes; “please tell me you didn’t.” __—a silent pause,__ “well, I’d
rather not,” he replied, a hint of passive aggression lurking
beneath his own shy’s.
“Can we talk about it either way,” __—a silent pause,__ “absolutely not!
There’s nothing left to say; it’s all over, just like I am,” – he struggles
to find the right words to send her away.
“I refuse to give up, because giving up means allowing you to drown
in your own doubts– hey, it happens; but it won’t change how I feel.
Love is friction, but let’s not compare its love life to fiction. All films
are written, but our lives are _unscripted”_ –
"Let's just promise ourselves to talk about these things"
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 3:08 AM UTC
In the depth of the night,
when the crickets and cicadas
are holding my pain,
and they chirp as each tear wets the pillow,
I would like for you to hold it too.
To be fully seen is to be
a closed book with a lock,
for he who has the key.
He who cannot wait for the night
to come and let his pain be held
and also hold hers.
He prepares himself and reads
a page or two a day,
immersing himself more and more
in the story of her.
To be fully seen is to know well—
well,
he could grab a pen and scribble all over,
add a page or two,
write instead of you.
Yet give him the pain, and the pen and the markers,
excited to see what he'd do.
Because you have his book, too,
and all you want to do is highlight,
draw a rose or two,
plant a kiss or two,
where the scars are visible,
where the pages are torn.
When it feels like too much—
two people and two books—
to be fully seen
is what I am here for:
to open the book of my heart
and my life
with hands trembling,
with eyes caught,
with heart open.
Did you throw away the key?
Forget it...
I want to read your book, too.
For every page that ends with a question,
I'll make sure to add my answer to my book.
To be fully seen,
as a soul, naked,
floating in space,
with you,
you can let go,
with all my secrets,
with all my questions,
with my book.
You can tear it to pieces if
you so decide.
With my heart trembling,
and a bag of markers,
I'll return your book and the key
and be glad I was fully seen.
At least, I tried to be.
Sometimes, no matter how much you explain,
the person cannot read your book well,
nor remember the details
carefully underlined by you.
Maybe, just maybe, the closure is to see
it's not the quality of the book;
maybe the genre's just not his cup of tea.
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 12:34 AM UTC
I am so in love
that I must confess to her:
I don't write poems.
May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 3:48 AM UTC
I tell everything.
You look at me guiltily --
I understand you.
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
Strangers are safer,
to them I can openly --
tell all my worries.
Aug 18, 2023
Aug 18, 2023 at 4:11 AM UTC
She took her clothes off,
unconcerned whether she might --
want to hide something.
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC
Flowers in the park:
people are strolling around --
opening themselves.
Jan 24, 2023
Jan 24, 2023 at 3:32 AM UTC
Take off my armour,
my helmet, shield and shebang --
I reach out my hand.
Jan 19, 2023
Jan 19, 2023 at 3:47 AM UTC
I can feel
Her presence
From across
The room
Her quick glances
And drunken desires
Her hand
Slipping
Into mine
The blanket uncovering
Our tender feelings
They know
Now
Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 2:25 PM UTC
Life's so big and beautiful
and bold
For you to get stuck
in this cave that holds
You
Caged in
Burdened
unable to move
Because the curtains were closed
and the windows barricaded
from light
But here's your
Omen
A message from
Your past lives
To open the door
The key's just there
Lying on the floor
Mat
Just like you did
When you were a child
Waiting to open
Christmas presents
Seeking the thrill,
the excitement of the new
Because yes, my dear,
Tomorrow's been waiting
for YOU.
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
I like to replace
not's with likes and everything --
looks different then.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 3:25 AM UTC
Flowers in the park:
people are strolling around --
opening themselves.
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 3:11 AM UTC
How do you live, how do you function
When all the feelings you always bottle
Are the main cause of pain, self-destruction?
Stop what you're doing, stop building castle,
You've tied yourself up, don't move a muscle,
Aren't you tired of your inner hassle?
Stop playing cool, please, stop your pretence,
Warm yourself up, and let the ice melt.
It's finally time to put down your defence.
Begin allowing yourself to feel,
Embrace sensations despite the fear,
And I promise you'll break free
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 2:39 PM UTC
We are thinking in binary oppositions
We feel obliged to announce our positions
on every single thing in the world
And when we meet a person that somehow doesn't hold the same view as we do
We can't believe it, "What!? How dare you to challenge me!? Don't you see!? The truth's with me!! How can you be so dense!?"
You see, it depends! Sometimes you are wrong
Doesn't matter how strong you think your truth is...
This world does not deal in absolutes
Truth is not dependant on your ego, on people's moods, their short fuse, or if they refuse to open their eyes
Truth lies outside your confused mind
Just leave your ego behind and open your ears!
***** that fear of being wrong
The strong can abandon their lies
They can clean the mist from their eyes and see things clearly
So liberate yourself, and see the world freely!
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
He is unreachable, night and day
a dream that won't let me go
We know everything about him
In his garden, we find something
tangible, a ladder, it challenges us
I climb to the bathroom window
Inside, we touch the cups
from which he drinks tea
but not with me
We take pictures of underwear
try on shirts and keep one on
It's not even exciting:
just sneaking in with a bit of stealing
nothing valuable missing
Maybe it's childish
but for me, he is a good friend
After playing tennis we shower together
and we wear each other's clothes
real contact, night and day
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC
i open up to you
though at times, you make me regret it
we're friends, it's true
and yet, every now and then i forget it
you're here for me
and i'm here for you
so i wish your love for me
weighed as heavily
as the pain and trauma
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
Have you ever thought about the qualities
that silence shares?
I haven’t, but I’d like to someday.
It reminds me of
Earth’s luxuries
How everything was created to show us
the signs of becoming
when Light runs its deepest course
Sitting with the pit of a fruit in my stomach
Looking to the space between
Knowing someday that you and I will be
under the same sky
Resplendence
To imagine the day when a soul finds itself
in another
Merging into an embrace of Silk Silhouettes
Hands held tightly around their bodies
They just know.
Nothing ever comes to us without
accepting the space exactly the way it is
Loving it and all the beauty it allows
Eternity
an ever growing thing
Grateful for such moments
Infinite patience
A tiny ladybug
painted peacefully
on its stem
A higher power
believing it has you
to rely on..
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
If you don't know how to punch,
or how to have a good time,
If you can't make a decision,
you should know to flip a dime.
Cover me in tattoos,
Piercings galore,
confidence is ****
without it you're a bore.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 8:47 AM UTC