Embodied

Embodied are the memories,
Experiences of those before you.

Many have passed through this door
To get away, to reflect, to find peace.

Inspiration around you,
Vibrations from the strings.

A lovely state of solitude,
In this tiny little nook.

An orchestra of sound emerges
With the full moon rise.

Striking cords around the fire
Toasting marshmallows, making s’mores.

The crickets chime in
Keeping the melody.

The frogs jump in
Adding the bass.

Music – a universal language
Between creatures and humans alike.

Something so harmonious
About a concert late at night.

Egyptian Cotton

Sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains

Telling her to rise & shine, but it’s not time.

She turns over, squeezing her eyes tight.

The sun is hitting her skin just right –

She’s glowing.

Her hair,

The color of fresh coffee,

Is messy, draped around her face.

Her arms wrapped in silk,

Egyptian cotton,

Gently hugging her body.

She mirrors a goddess –

Hypnos, The Tired Beauty.

A breeze rolls in through the open window –

Her toes curl as she wraps herself tighter in the golden sheets.

You kiss her forehead, gazing at the face of the woman you call yours.

So peaceful.

She feels like home.

When she’s beside you, she radiates love

Even in her sleep.

The sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains

Telling you to rise & shine, but it’s not time.

She turns over and squeezes you tight.

“Few more minutes”, she whispers, “before we start our day”,

“But my day has already begun”, you say, “in the most beautiful way.”

Thoughts

Sometimes words pop into my head

Effortlessly and it begins to thread

And weave into something I wasn’t expecting.

Something like a poem or story I’m telling.

Then all of a sudden I’m super distracted

By the words flowing so smoothly. I feel I contracted

Some type of illness that lets my words flow,

My mind goes free and my pen just goes.

It’s funny sometimes because I notice

When I have things to do I tend to focus

On the ease of words and rhymes flowing.

Most of the time I don’t even know where this is going.

So I just let my pen in hand do the talking.

These thoughts don’t move fast, it feels like they’re walking

And taking their time picking my brain

Of the right words to say and to be able to explain

That when I allow my pen to keep moving,

I feel this energy, it’s something soothing.

Like I’m doing what I’m meant to do, which explains the ease.

It’s my superpower, it feels like I’m freed.

It’s amazing how things just work the way they do.

When you let go and you feel an energy fly through you.

Like a river my thoughts are put onto paper;

Free flowing, unstoppable, one with my nature.

It’s a beautiful feeling, I truly am blessed

To have the ability of not putting some thoughts to rest.

To the Universe

I want to thank the universe today

For all the blessings that have come my way.

Your help and guidance and love

Fills me with peace from above.

I know that I am special and I mean a lot to you.

I know this because of what I am able to do;

To make light of struggles and still be able to shine,

To feel the love and strength from the divine.

My energy and life is fueled by you.

To the universe, thank you for all that you do.

Images

Sometimes when I close my eyes

I recreate moments, wrinkles in time.

Images instilled in my mind.

And I still can’t find the words to describe

My love for you and the feeling that ensues,

That overwhelms my being

Reminding me how lucky I am to have you.

Your arms are like a fortress keeping me safe and sound

From anything that could harm me, even when you’re not around.

Your eyes an open door to comfort and tranquility,

Like nothing else matters but you looking right through me.

Seeing every struggle, every downfall, and anxiety;

Your humble self is always there to remind me

That I am my strength, my power, and my reality.

Even when I struggle, I know that you are proud of me

Overcoming and defeating anxiety

Telling myself “I am not these thoughts”, because that’s what you taught me.

Instilled in my mind is this person who loves me.

Every crevice, nook and cranny,

Every imperfection you see as flawless.

So that’s why images of you are always in my mind.

Your kindness, care, and love keep us always intertwined.

Combustible

This feeling is light and carefree,

Feeling bubbly and perky as can be.

It’s a feeling of the highest self.

A weight lifted, a floating feeling.

Yet, combustible.

Like any second an explosion could begin

And a domino effect –

The mind slips, anxiety forms, and here it is.

Back to that feeling of loneliness, sadness, and grief.

Not for anything in particular,

Just for me.

For the helplessness of succumbing to this feeling.

But right now, it’s nonexistent.

It’s the potential crisis they’re not aware of;

Loved ones, strangers.

A glow comes from this being in this higher state of mind,

However, this mind is not always so kind.

It takes strength to suppress the devastation of the soul

When the mind refuses to allow the highest form to grow.

Try with all your might,

Never rest a day.

You’ll find your highest self through each success in every day.

And though it may seem like a journey in the rough,

There will be the day when you say “I’ve had enough”.