A space where I share my channeled thoughts & poetry...
01.01.2026
Las Ojos
The peachy sky
matched her juicy fruit's flowers
I nestle into her branches
She grazes my neck
This joy of time
more of it
a blessing
to express
and pour out
life's joys
through my encounters
con las ojas
the leaves
the eyes
What's the difference
We look and they look back
Yet we don't
say hi
We look
as we hear,
without listening
But if we let
the subtle scents
perfume our blood streams
like a fine
Chanel
We'd hear her sweet stories
telling us to lay down
on her beating heart
Her green
wavering
beating heart
and we'd hear ours better too.
Growing and wallowing
swallowing
spitting
regurgitating
old stories,
that rot the sweet scent
The fairy moans
at our wallows
"How sad to be human,"
she whispers,
as she turns once again
into a pretty pink flower
then an oja
a twig
a branch
a trunk
a root
and her
beating once again.
Sometime.2024
The Machine
Let me hear the whispers
of your fear
Mama
he cries
out
To replenish himself
unnourished
by the
MACHINE
That which we are not
He dips his toe in her
sweet nectar
flowing to the origin
Sacred
Sweet
SO
FORGOTTEN
by the waves
that trample
(page turn)
Our mama
She who holds us
She who bathes us
She who built us
cell by cell
plant by plant
Machine has tied us
Up
Machine has lied us
Up
Machine has blindfolded us
So that we no longer
know
the truth which
Sends our roots to her core
Our star to hers
Machine has taken it all too far
