my body

I look at my body 

and I love it even more than when I was younger

My neck is kind 

my breasts are beautiful and stubborned 

my tummy has secret waves and it is never boring 

my hips are dancing and my legs are not long, but always long enough for what I need. My feet are small and gracefull and they can do wonderful things. 

My bottom is small, but rounder than before. My ears are chewy and my hands are wiser, they hold my soul in line. 

my face is not beautiful in itself, but has 1000 shades of beauty. And some freckles. Especially in the summer. 

stone

stoned to the corners of my being 

stoned to the earth's desires 

stoned, calcified and immersed in a single point of view. 

afraid

afraid of lack of movement 

afraid of my own body's reaction 

afraid of loosing myself 

midnight

meet me in a dream

near the mountains that protected your childhood from the distance.

find a green path under a full moon. 

wolfs and bears and other creatures 

would party in the mountains. 

 

while we would stair in eachothers eyes and silence would know

A kiss. 

voice inside

my voice inside 

is at the edge of the world

smiling

my voice inside 

is grateful for the little things I have

the smile of my kids, 

the flowers 

on my living room table,

the health of my family. 

my voice inside 

knows more than I do. 

has no regrets. 

not for anything that in the last year has 

enriched my being with a kind of emotion I was not aware I still hold. 

it is brave enough to make me  unapologetically vulnerable. 

it is that kind of voice that you hear coming out of your being, when your child is hurting, or when you are near a panic attack, or at your first loves desire. 

The voice, the real one. 

The one that never screams, the one that always tells the truth. 

The truth inside a soul. The light that trembles, but it is never extinct. 

it is that voice that when hurting is like the growl of a she wolf on a full moon.

it is never for the weak of heart, 

as it can bring doubts and sometimes tears.

token

disappointment from a distance

disappointment is clear and not ever subtle 

if it would be spilled on the green land in front of a church it would burn the ground up to the moment when there would not be anything green around it. 

disappointment is with motive, comes by reason and is always justified, but it demands a lot from any spirit. 

It always comes with a token. 

the token of justified feeling and unjustified repercussions. 

We all need to rebuild from disappointment's dust. 

canoe in flames

your determination fading 

and being reborned 

near the roots of my body 

and light and pure joy in the canoe in flames that somedays drives my thoughts into surrender.

It is a sorrow along the way

A sorrow that needs to be 

and to become so to make room for reality.