She held on tight while everything combusted. She knew all endings become beginnings. She decided to enjoy the ride with the knowing that presence is happiness.
Category Archives: My Poetry
Fish out of water
Witness the moment the fish realized she mattered. She realized she was a part of a greater whole. She saw her place in the universe and she was happy.
It’s Vegas baby!
My mind is noisy. Echoes from far away reverberate in my head.
The stimulation of flashing lights and flashy egos gives me an energy hangover.
Unseen waves of wanting swirl and envelope whole bodies.
Just name your poison.
This might be the last time
I held your essence with me because I knew it might be the last time.
I carried your smell in my nostrils and hoped with each breath that it wouldn’t disappear because I knew it might be the last time.
I held that feeling of ease with which looked into your eyes in that rawest moment because I knew it might be the last time.
I am comforted by the familiar feeling in my soul, like I know you from far away and forever and it made it easier to know this might be the last time.
Random truth
Stare at the crack in the paint
until you see the beauty.
The legends are true.
Everything exists in it’s own space and time.
So, it IS real.
Step away from self to see.
I AM
I am a groove that runs deep.
Far beyond what a material existence can perceive;
and when I am in my Light body
I push dust and gas together
to make planets and stars.
I am a part of the beginning and the end,
in the space where both exist
in one place, in one time.
Infinity inward, infinity outward.
Exorsism
My body aches from sobbing.
I’ve drained more of the poison from inside me.
By speaking the unspeakable I experienced a release like none I’d felt before.
Hidden behind a wall of hurt, fear, tears and tantrums was stillness.
I felt arms holding me.
I cried and cried, letting the tears wash me clean.
Then the demon was standing before me, weakened from the exorcism.
In its place, a presence seeps into my every cell.
Love. Wisdom. Peace. Intelligence. Beauty. Creativity. Joy
Birth-Life-Death-Light
I can feel my cells dying their slow death.
The one that takes a lifetime.
It is the way of the flesh.
Mind in every cell.
Birth, life, death, light.
Birth, life, death, light.
How many times have I done this?
Birth, forget. Death, remember.
If you only knew who you really are.
Sriracha
You can cut the hot with sweet but the sugar doesn’t take all the sting away.
Later, when you’ve almost forgotten, the sting gets you again and the sugar can’t help.
Four Letter Word
I said the word.
Love. I couldn’t take it back.
Or explain it wasn’t like that.
I think I heard his heart stop beating.
I felt the muscles in his body sink like lead balloons.
I heard his mind close and his heart slam shut.
I forgot love means different things to different people.
Maybe for him love was frozen, heavy as lead,
closed off and shut tight.
It made me sad because
for me, love is illuminating light,
like drinking sunshine.
It doesn’t sink; it lifts.
It is friendship,
caring and affectionate
for no other reason than sharing the heart and soul of who and what we really are: LOVE!
JojoVovo 