Tag Archives: God

Dancing Thoughts

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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts

to linger in god’s
presence
light

that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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A Hint Of Poetry

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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry

a hue of love
compassion or
passion

I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this

threshold
while in your home
a nice skin

seeking a touch
from heaven to come

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This poem is at page 107 in the new “California Notebooks 02” soon to be out!

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Whispering, 2016

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I like to think
of my memory
fixed as I age

having a better
recollection of
all it has been

while
never alone
to get broader eyes

looking at the now
and what’s beyond
to see the whole

picture but
all I want indeed
is to have these

beautiful ears
placed as jewels to
decorate me

to hear dogs laughing
and birds singing
to detect clearly

his love whispering
the deep silence

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Calm Waters, 2016

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I dip into these
same calm waters
ahead of me

the mountain
and monumental
the building

where it was
all revealed
one day in my

teens the green
light of life and
the silence

as a solemn
soundtrack making all
things stilled

yet moving in life
a vibration such as
a dancing slow motion

images of bliss here
words are useless
there you need to be

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Curling up, 2016

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It’s the spiral
I know the never
ending

movement
of one circle
after another

it’s that coming
back to that point
from a different

point of view
the lighthouse
over the ocean

the curling
of the waves
the undercurrent

us never still
his voice breathing
out and calling

us in a golden
band a nest of
fingers crossed

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Evening Breeze, 2016

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I end up at times
visiting old friends
dinners stretching

over time feeding
our souls
the privilege

of recalling
the spirit’s
visitations

our hearts
a candle burning
quietly

steadily shaking
in the evening
breeze leaves

we are made
to fall and to die
full of colors

when it’s season

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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Small Update: California Notebooks, The Book, ENG/ITA

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Hello, hello (a song starts in my mind, actually a couple of songs, overlapping each other)… this is a small update to share with you the excitement about the book California Notebook coming out soon!

I’m doing some “sort of “ last minute countdown on the date the book will be available to all on the internet and on the best libraries! Being Italian this book had to be published in Italy, a country that loves approximations, and I myself I’m not a number lover, I must admit. I will make sure to tell you when that is.

Meanwhile, as God has his mysterious ways and the universe moves in spite of us, it turns out that I’ve been invited to launch my book by the Comune of Arcore, the city counsel of the small town I’m from, where I grew my wings before starting to fly all over the world. Isn’t this absolutely karmic? I got chills when I started to see the picture. We always start from the roots no matter how large into the clouds our branches are.

Hopefully those kids that grew up with me will show up and we’ll have some kind of planned from above reunion, yes, because my mom and I keep on running into people I’ve not seen in decades. My heart is overflowing. Shortly after I will leave my hometown to fly back to California to gather more inspiration and serenity, to breath deeply and to warm my bones in the sun.

Anyhow here is a little spoiler: the book will be filled with poetry on silence and the beauty of life, counting 80 poems! It will come out first as paperback then as hardback cover too and e-book. Not sure what your preferences are, if you let me know I’ll be delighted…
I’m so happy to be able to share this awesome book (so some of my super-fans say) with you. I will fill you in with details soon.

Dedicated to those people whose soul wants to rise and blossom.

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Small update: California Notebooks il libro

Hello, hello (una canzone parte nella mia testa, in effetti un paio si sovrappongono)… questo è un piccolo update per condividere con voi la mia felicità per l’uscita imminente del libro California Notebooks/Quaderni californiani!

Sto facendo una “specie di count-down” per la data di quando il libro sarà disponibile on line e nelle migliori librerie! Dico “specie” perché ben sappiamo che in Italia, dove ho pubblicato questo libro (essendo italiana non avevo scelta per questioni fiscali), si amano le approssimazioni su date e orari. Io stessa non sono molto precisa con i numeri, lo ammetto. Farò in modo di farvela sapere.

Nel frattempo, siccome Dio ha vie misteriose e l’universo continua a muoversi nonostante noi, salta fuori che il Comune di Arcore, paese da cui provengo, dove ho cresciuto le mie ali prima di volare in tutto il mondo, mi invita a fare il lancio del mio libro proprio lì. Non vi sembra assolutamente karmico? Mi è venuta la pelle d’oca quando ho cominciato a capire cosa stava succedendo. Si parte sempre dalle radici, indipendentemente da quanto alte nelle nuvole siano i nostri rami.

Spero che i ragazzini/e che sono cresciuti con me verranno e che avremo una specie di riunione organizzata dall’alto, sì, perché sia io che mia madre continuiamo ad incrociare persone che non avevo più visto da decadi. Il mio cuore è felice. Subito dopo volerò di nuovo in California per raccogliere nuova ispirazione e serenità, respirare a fondo e scaldarmi le ossa al sole.

Ad ogni modo ecco una piccola anticipazione: il libro sarà zeppo di poesie sul silenzio e sulla bellezza della vita, per essere esatti, 80 testi! Uscirà prima con la copertina morbida, poi rilegato e come e-book. Non sono sicura quali siano le vostre preferenze e mi piacerebbe saperle, scrivetemele, ve ne sarò grata…
Sono così felice di poter condividere con voi questo libro (come lo descrivono i miei super-fans) eccezionale. Vi aggiornerò presto con gli ultimi dettagli.

Dedicato a quelle persone la cui anima vuole crescere e fiorire.

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Photos by Michal Utterback

Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Hands Cupped – July 2015

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I do less I know
I travel more the spirit’s
paths than collect good deeds

I sit and think what
a sea my life has been
stretched between lands

under tempests or requited
as oil on hot days he was
above all looking down

pouring rain to add to me
when I felt deserted
hands cupped to

collect me

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. This one overlaps into August. The older poems of the collection can be found and read using the Search Window.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – God is Dead – July 2014

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god is dead was my
victor’s cry I had books
proving that and a pencil

never anger was fiercer
nor larger memory loss
I had taken on a mission

not to miss on any
transgression many
doors were there to bust

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started last year on July 2013.

The other poems of the collections can be found and read using the search window.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Survival – July 2014

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Easter ceased to exist
I didn’t even realize
but it was gone

I went on a battle
field and inhabited
a barrack there

it moved with me
across the world I had
plenty of ammunitions

each moving object
was my target I had
no more spirituality

my religion was survival

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started last year on July 2013.

The other poems of the collections can be found and read using the search window.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – I Was Marked – July 2014

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after my first
kiss I entered a
world of enchantment

started to feel
ready for sisterhood
to fight for women’s right

this was the epitome
I really should not attend
rebellious I was marked

the worst were the looks
I gathered as dandelions
transmuting in spring

jagged as their leaves

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started last year on July 2013.

The other poems of the collections can be found and read using the search window.

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California Notebooks, 2014

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I sit at the shore
with god         that
reminds me

a whole
world of beauty
unseen

unless
you wish to walk
into it

swim and dive

forsaking
the land above
eyes open to

the shapes
below to the wonders of
childhood

comes

sinking deep
a ray of warming
sunshine

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Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras

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seams are the waves
over the world’s rim
as most think land
is all there is
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I didn’t tread on this
awesome ground yesterday
lost breathing in the sea mist
and the sky asks me what is God
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at every interval
in every dip or anything
that occupy space is free
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I am boundless

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Nor Was God Afraid – 2013

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not the whole lot were

convinced my bare

skinny arms

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were sinful

nor was God afraid

of my beauty blossom

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one day I saw him

moving in a bright

light a dash of green

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I was gazing at the altar

in a country little church

that held its white tight

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I told Padre Marcello who

had green eyes similar to

my vision he was moved

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every young girl gleefully

stared at him I found God

was more beauteous

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