Si daca pierdut e cum te simti
Te simt
Imi amintesc cum imi aratai
Calea
Care trece pe aici
Pe sub talpile mele
Si daca nu pe aici
E cantecul
Pe care nu il auzi
Acum e momentul
Sa dau sonorul mai tare
Nu intr-atat incat
soapta sa devina
Zgomot
Ci indeajuns
Incat
Tu, iubitule
Sa iti amintesti
Cantecul mamei tale,
Incotro
Ne indreptai
Pe amandoi.
Pe aici.
Poetry of little things
Let no day slip away To the long night of the soul, Before your song was sung And all your dreams have sprung.
Thursday, June 20, 2019
Saturday, November 11, 2017
the way to achieve a dream
the way to achieve a dream
is the the way of the wise mother
who weaves star dust
in the soft cocoon of her womb
until she births the seed of love.
she watches it grow
as she waters it with her tears
"bless you, my child,
your roots are safe in the ground,
your wings are safe in the heavens",
she whispers
while she dreams of forests yet to become.
the way to achieve a dream
is also the way of the hunter father
who speaks the language of trees,
follows the trails of stars
and is faster than the winds.
for he is one with his prey
and never forgets to bow
to the majesty of the prey's warm blood
as it dies and melts into the soil dreams are made of.
"bless us, mother
with the fruit of your womb",
he whispers
while he dreams of skies yet to become.
the way to achieve a dream
is to embody it.
it is your unique path,
and you are already on it.
for the wise mother
and hunter father
are both inside you.
is the the way of the wise mother
who weaves star dust
in the soft cocoon of her womb
until she births the seed of love.
she watches it grow
as she waters it with her tears
"bless you, my child,
your roots are safe in the ground,
your wings are safe in the heavens",
she whispers
while she dreams of forests yet to become.
the way to achieve a dream
is also the way of the hunter father
who speaks the language of trees,
follows the trails of stars
and is faster than the winds.
for he is one with his prey
and never forgets to bow
to the majesty of the prey's warm blood
as it dies and melts into the soil dreams are made of.
"bless us, mother
with the fruit of your womb",
he whispers
while he dreams of skies yet to become.
the way to achieve a dream
is to embody it.
it is your unique path,
and you are already on it.
for the wise mother
and hunter father
are both inside you.
*for Jayesh
Friday, November 10, 2017
Caterpillar
I had lost myself
and my flesh had failed
to shelter this forgetting.
Inside my heart
a tiny egg began to hatch
birthing a tiny caterpillar.
It was no small thing,
since caterpillars are very particular
about the heart soil they need.
This soil was cracked
with grief and sorrows
and the caterpillar thrived.
I learned from her
about my heart
how fickle and fragile it was,
And yet how it nurtures
without ever depleting
without ever complaining.
I became fond of my caterpillar
the many skins she shed
to grow and grow.
The soles of her many feet
softened my heart in their throb
till it became moist.
Then, one day,
she weaved herself into a hole
and disappeared.
My heart broke open
and a butterfly emerged whispering:
"I have found myself".
and my flesh had failed
to shelter this forgetting.
Inside my heart
a tiny egg began to hatch
birthing a tiny caterpillar.
It was no small thing,
since caterpillars are very particular
about the heart soil they need.
This soil was cracked
with grief and sorrows
and the caterpillar thrived.
I learned from her
about my heart
how fickle and fragile it was,
And yet how it nurtures
without ever depleting
without ever complaining.
I became fond of my caterpillar
the many skins she shed
to grow and grow.
The soles of her many feet
softened my heart in their throb
till it became moist.
Then, one day,
she weaved herself into a hole
and disappeared.
My heart broke open
and a butterfly emerged whispering:
"I have found myself".
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Contract
white sheets of paper
with tiny black words
black captive birds
crafting a gilded cage
made of promises
attached to your signature
still bind you to agreements
your soul no longer wants to keep.
make your inventory
of unlived lives
and choose which birds
you are willing to set free
and which sheets
will go on adding
to the story of your past.
make a bonfire
and watch them burn
old agreements
of how you would be good
and obey the rules
pay your dues
and show up on time
give away the thing you own
and enrol your children
in the same binding system
that has clipped your wings
and caged your potential.
yes, watch a new kind of bird
rising from the ashes
it is a terrifying thing
a white sheet of paper
a blank canvas
with no written rules
other than the integrity of
who you are becoming.
imagine a world
of no contracts
where trust and integrity
are the only safety guarantees
where you give your word
and allow it to unfold
beyond any sheet of paper
and every human you know
and every business they may own
does the same.
with tiny black words
black captive birds
crafting a gilded cage
made of promises
attached to your signature
still bind you to agreements
your soul no longer wants to keep.
make your inventory
of unlived lives
and choose which birds
you are willing to set free
and which sheets
will go on adding
to the story of your past.
make a bonfire
and watch them burn
old agreements
of how you would be good
and obey the rules
pay your dues
and show up on time
give away the thing you own
and enrol your children
in the same binding system
that has clipped your wings
and caged your potential.
yes, watch a new kind of bird
rising from the ashes
it is a terrifying thing
a white sheet of paper
a blank canvas
with no written rules
other than the integrity of
who you are becoming.
imagine a world
of no contracts
where trust and integrity
are the only safety guarantees
where you give your word
and allow it to unfold
beyond any sheet of paper
and every human you know
and every business they may own
does the same.
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Renewal
It is in the
smallest of deaths
where life
is renewed:
The tips of
your fingernails
manicured
away
still echo
the scratch of ecstasy
on your
lover’s flesh
shedding
sunkissed skin
uncombed
hair
and unhatched
eggs
blessed by
your moon blood
unbroken yet by
the seeds of
life.
It is in the
closest of deaths
where life
is renewed:
The feathers of your tiny bird
buried away
still echo
the flutter of wings
longing to lift
the weight
of caged potential
as you kneel
to mourn
another loss
and you
bless the earth
that
swallows your bird
to sow the seeds of life.
*In memory of my daughter's bird who passed away yesterday, to bless her grief in losing a friend and dealing with death for the first time in her life.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
My hands won't bleed
My darling,
It is
difficult for me to soothe you today.
As much as I
wish to find the right words, the right gestures, I feel powerless outside your
cage.
I reach
between the bars and stroke your neck and elbow. I feel the tension in your body
as if it were mine.
Let me carry
this weight for you.
You may
trust me with your intentions, with your fears, with your exquisite gifts.
Do not get
me wrong.
I do not
intend to save you.
I see how
you deem yourself captive, yet I also see in you the power to set yourself
free.
The gate is
always open and I have been standing here in the doorway since the beginning of
time.
I hear you
calling out for me, looking for the great escape.
‘Save me’,
you say.
‘Take me
away’, you yearn.
‘Shine your
light on me’, you sing.
‘Light the
fire in me’, you instigate.
How can I
explain this to you in plain words?
I am not the poet you are.
I am only a
man.
I am your
man.
There is no
‘away’.
There is
only ‘here’.
And here is
where I stand, naked in the spot light, with all of my own betrayals weighing
me down.
The fear of
generations.
I am calling
out to you, see me as I am.
Allow me in.
Let me steer
the wind for you.
Make space
for me in your heart.
Accept my
humble compliments of your majesty and beauty.
Accept them
without humility or pride.
See yourself
through my eyes.
You are for
me the sum of all women.
Woman of Grace,
hold my gaze in your light.
Woman of
Wisdom, speak to me with your voice.
Woman of
Peace, forgive my forefathers cruelty.
Woman of
Ecstasy, touch me with the essence of you.
You are
not my mother, so do no attempt to mother me.
Nor am I
your father, so do not seek solace in my attention.
Let us
acknowledge each other for who we are.
Let us see
each other, hear each other, feel each other and taste one another until the
boundaries between us fade.
Let us melt
in communion until words fail to provide meaning for who we were.
So, when we
return to the world, the illusion of our cages and burdens will also fade away.
When we
return, we will carry each other’s heart within our own without binding one
another to any cage.
When we
return, the world shall have already changed to shelter our love.
We already
carry the seed of that world.
I promise
you to never let you forget.
That is my
gift to you, my darling.
In the
meantime, I will stand here, outside your cage and reach out to you.
For when I
touch your shoulder blades, my hands wont bleed.
They will
rejoice.
Friday, September 22, 2017
You are welcome
If I were
your home and you came back to me,
I would hold
the space around
you with all
the fragrances and colors
that make
your eyes shine
and your
arms soften.
I would open
my doors for you
and crack my
windows open
so the air
would awaken your skin.
I would
squeak my floors under your steps
so your feet
would hear their own music.
I would sit
you down on my lap
so your body
may curl
and remember
safety.
I would
shower you with my warm waters
and quench
your thirst with my cold waters.
I would
offer you my walls and handles to lean on
and my soft
pillows to foster your dreams when you sleep.
I would
reveal my hidden corners to you
to keep your
secrets
and light a
fire in my heart
to cook your
soup when your are hungry.
I would make
the rooms for the things that you do
and keep
your time and your silence.
If I were
your home and you came back to me ,
I would
whisper to you, over and over:
Welcome home,
my darling,
Welcome
home.
*To Kasia, for teaching me that opening my home is opening my heart
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