Tag Archives: meditation

I Stand Still

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I stand still

writing

among the bare

woods

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I stand here

observing

my eyes filled

with beauty

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the sounds of

ducks in between

the church bells

sharp in the air

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move my tears to

cover my cheeks

such emotional

life will last

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in nature we live

we are born

again and again

let’s not forget

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Beauty Lingering

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it’s an afterward
moving

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this of giving poetry
a way

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to talk about the beauty
lingering

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unseen
sensitivity shining

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bright
in our darker days

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when we
think there’s little

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to be seen

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Let’s Not Forget

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lets not forget
the improvised song

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falling from above when
you stop to meditate

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wings flapping
nervously sounding

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almost metallic
that clear it seems

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lighter than
daylight

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November 1st

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November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road

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I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there

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my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me

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I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts

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Almost Gone

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I like to see
things from afar

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to climb hills or
even stairs

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see things in
their right

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importance
little

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not available
for grabs

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me up there
where I should be

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almost gone
totally here

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The Sun – California Notebooks 02

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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed

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it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out

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I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may

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join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away

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suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye

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as I sit speechless

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Summer A/C – A Six Months Diary Recollection In Five Parts – Life Is Complicated

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I had to get A/C

this summer

I had no choice

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not the one that refreshes you

the one that burns inside

called chemotherapy

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red not the least

that’s how they call it

abroad Red Devil

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2.

after a springtime

quite upsetting

first the diagnosis

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then the tests results

always the opposite

of what I was hoping for

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the metastasis going

thank goodness mine was a slow one

the hospitalization the surgery

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3.

came recovery from surgery

infinite the time of the drainages and edemas

and the infection at the expander inserted

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we made it just in time

right by the wee day to get to

the medical therapy necessary

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considered the difficult nature

of the cells mutated in the darkness

of my perfect body as I saw it

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4.

this A/C is hell

inside of you the portable one

it goes in up your veins all around

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inside your body

attaching every single cells

you can feel it scorching them

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you try to go on with your day

– I will rest I will get over this –

but you spend your time

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listening to set off alarms

to observe what is going on

now in the central part

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of your poor body

a planet on fire every thing burning

a country invaded

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busy to defend itself

to free itself confused holds in and release

you sail – filled up with nausea

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every thing moves

but not you – you have to be still

in the dark in the shadow

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nowhere to be found it’s the torrid summer

everyone is on holiday at the sea or where is fresh

and you child of the sun – to live –

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you got your A/C and you stayed home

with nausea but not from a boat

hot flashes but not from the beach

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transformed in the fugitive of light and heat

as they seem to be the unnecessary flames

that lights the gas in my veins

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5.

I go out after sunset a bit

if I manage four steps and a bit of a chat

otherwise I observe I lay and lose

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the good cells and the disobeying ones

the digestive and intestinal

order I have always had so far

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I observe perplexed this war

my body lives amplified

I though surgery was the worse part

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almost as observing earth

from far away consuming itself in conflicts

on my top I become the moon

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on my night pillow I don’t spread any more

the constellations of the serene nights

of my long white hair scattered

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now I find the stubs of my very short hair

what is left until I will be shiny on top with a new shape

I will have to get used to that too

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at the end of this complete makeover

that would not leave anything unturned

what light will ever shine out of me

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Growing

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with poems I color

my emotions of new hues

stretch the perimeters

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grasp a dreamed story

giving it legitimacy

the gifts are shared

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my soul’s eyes scan

the air around of me

the breath of God

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the most soft of nests

I am watching myself

growing with as I create

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Can You See

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right in the middle

someone turned off

—— my light

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since I have this feeling

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of disconnect

of not getting what’s going on

of abiding dark

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can you see please

what

I am going through

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Hospital Time

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in silence

is solace

is healing

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in silence

sleeps comes

taking me places

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while my healing

is weaved inside

my wounded body

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silence is planning

my next steps to

warn off the enemy

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that came inside

as shift as a thief

the cancerous cells

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The Great Unknown

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the great unknown

isn’t death I fear

to do harm to my body

this I fear indeed

to make poor choices

given what others say

not to discern my best

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yet surrender

like a fish’s body in

stormy waters.

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⁃ for what I know

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that may be safe

to let the invisible pull me

while trusting fate

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