Cantec de dor

Dor

De codrul verde-mi e

De codrul verde-mi e

Sa imi ascund

In dansul relele.

Dor

De cerul albastru-mi e

De cerul albastru-mi e

Sa imi inalt

Spre dansul visele.

Dor

De marea neagra-mi e

De marea neagra-mi e

Sa imi revars

In dansa grijile.

Dor

De pieptul lui imi e

De pieptul lui imi e

Sa-mi odihnesc

Pe dansul oasele.

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I miss you too

I miss you too,
The wind whispers, 
echoing your song of longing back to you;
you are the one I have been seeking, 
let me smooth the edges of your skin with pearls of salt 
carried from across the seas 
as a gift of union to your falling tears.

I miss you too,
The earth quivers 
as you surrender your weight to meet her moist embrace; 
let me caress the soles of your feet 
as you carve your step on my heart 
to make your mark in this world; 
you are the one I have been waiting for, 
you rose from my depths and in my depths you shall return, 
unspoiled, unbound, undeterred. 

I miss you too,
The sky teases, 
enticing your mind to unwind and unravel its thousand and one ideas 
to light up the night with its stories of wonder, 
defying all walls and papers, 
defying everything but your imagination; 
come to me, the sky calls, 
you are the one I have created from the dust of stars, 
come see what you are made of.

I miss you too,
The river sings, 
birthing from the womb of a mighty mountain 
to meet your yearning; 
come, quench your thirst, tame your fire and ease your mind; 
you are the one I have been flowing to, 
you are my sea, my love.
I miss you too

I miss you too
The friend confesses,
caressing your broken heart with infinite gentlness
He sits by you
with his kind presence
Transforming this engulfing isolation
into a quiet healing solitude
that invites you to open and trust again 
You are the one trustworthy of all the secrets
I have been keeping.
I miss you too

holding space

holding space
for another to just be
to just breathe
to just feel
to just express
to just relax
to just surrender

is to hang your own story
on the highest branch
of the nearest tree
and leave it there
for the winds to blow
and the sun to dry
and rain to clean
and the hawk to prey upon

is to let yourself
expand beyond
your beliefs
your skin
your feelings
your ground
your safe zone

and just allow
for the other
to live
and breathe
and feel
through you
until they can rest
in the cradle of creation
being born
and giving birth
all at once

it is only then
that the boundaries
will fade
and there will be no more
you and the other
no more space
in between
only being

dance

there is a dance,
a dance that requires no music
other than the beating of this heart
birthing the rhythm of blood
like the lullaby you once heard
inside your mother's womb;
remember that song
and let your body dance itself
back to love

there is a dance,
a dance that requires no music
other than the ocean of this breath
swinging her waves back and forth
from me to you and you to me
until fire and water attune;
remember that song
and let our bodies
melt into oneness

there is a dance,
a dance that requires no music
other than the song of this earth
orbiting like a wandering dervish
around the flaming star
lighting up her skies;
remember that song
and become one
with the dance of life.

human love

it's been a long time
since I allowed a man
inside this temple

I must admit
there was a statute here
it looked strangely like my father

and I prayed by this statue
measuring all who would dare enter
by his height and demeanour

I would cast them in different roles
and they would oblige
wearing different masks

after all, this is my temple
I call it sacred
and perform my little rituals by moonlight

so it must be sacred
if I meditate long enough
and I burn just the right incense

then how come the door is locked
I wonder as I do admit
men have spent a night or two within

be gone, I would tell them
as morning would break me open, be gone
and shut the door behind you

they would oblige
and I would sigh in relief
while putting out the fire

yet there will come a day
oh, may that day be this one
when statues fall and love shall rise

a day when I am standing naked
in the doorway of my sacred temple
unafraid to see and be seen

a day when I stand up and say
yes, 'we can love each other
even if we don't fully love ourselves yet

simply because it is the loving and heartache
that feeds our self love
so i take this vow

to cease denying myself
in this human love
just because I feel it is incomplete, imperfect and messy'

and while I wait and pray
to rise in love
and be one with all that is

I will also shout from the rooftop
of my sacred temple
I am open to human love.

breathe

breathe into your thoughts
before you think
as the mountain breathes into his forests
whispering the silence of the sky
to callous ears covered in snow

breathe into your words
before you speak
as the jaybird breathes into his wings
humming the song of freedom
to meet yet another storm

breathe into your palms
before you touch
as the rosebud breathes into her petals
unfolding her hidden treasure
to receive the blessing of the rain

breathe into your womb
before you create
as the volcano breathes into her depth
kindling the seeds of fire
to melt all fears in its flare

breathe into your soles
before you take this step
as the tree breathes in the earth
bearing the gift of peace
from its roots up to his ripping fruit

breathe into your heart
before you look at me
as the sea breathes in the moon
shaping her silhouette to the tides
that yearn to reach her core

silent prayer

may this man,
this ruthless man
a warrior with no war to bear
other than the crusade
against his own heart
raising the flag
atop a pile of bodies
the body of hope
the body of kindness
the body of grace
the body of justice

and this woman,
this foolish woman
a martyr with no cause to bear
other than the endurance
of her own heart
faking her death
faking her voice
faking her light
only to disguise
her genuine beauty
and unerring power

lastly meet as they are
see each other
beyond all layers
hear each other
beyond words
touch each other
beyond skin and bones
taste each other
beyond bitter and sweet
breathe each other
beyond time and space
love not each other
but become love

so that these wings,
these folded wings
grounded dreams with no sky to bear
other than the airstrip
of their own heart
bound to a cage of ribs
to a barren nest
fluttering incessantly
like the breath
of an invisible sky
like the waves
of an invisible ocean

lastly unravel and unwind
uncurl and unfold
to birth a new bird
and learn to fly again.