Mandala

A circle.
A universe.
A drop of sap from the tree of life.

Entrances and exits.
Lines and curves.

I often wonder what made us step away and yearn for control.
Where did the original fear come from? There is no sin, there is no offense and no punishment.

But there came a time when we stopped the natural beating time of the earth, when we felt a sting, when we became cold beyond temperature drop, but deep in our soul.  When we stopped being tree, bird, air, water, dear, bear, fish and fire. 
There came a time when tears became salty and extremely scarce. We reserved the drops almost exclusively to those of our kind. We made it clear we were a "kind", and not just another. 

Time was now to be used, not prevailing.
A touch of palm, a stare, silence became a threat.
Having nowhere to go, but still traveling and moving.

Our children must be trained,
falsely under the concept of education. 
We are soldiers, not creatures of this earth. 

When was our soul so painfully removed from what sweats, breathes, cries and dances?
We are a circle, each one of us, belonging to a bigger wheel. 
A pattern and design of your own, yet belonging nonetheless. 

A circle.
A universe.
A drop of sap from the tree of life. 
That is who you are.

PIECES OF YOU

Shine a ray on me and i shall be a prism of colors.
Like water of a shallow surface I am clear yet full of vitality.
Zest, spice.
My tongue can burn.
Sweet and soft.
My lips can heal.

What is the big deal of numbers and keeping score?
I don't care of how many, i don't care of how much,
I care of being.

This being is beating for a chance.
This being pumps the blood of desire and feeling and tasting and squeezing every drop.
This being is pounding for touch.

What is to be done?
Where else is there to be?
Near,
Far,
of you.
Gone,
Here,
with you.

The wait is a ticking bomb.
Yes.
Tick-tock-tick-tock.
When will the last tick be heard?
Where will it catch us, burning and melting in each others skin.

Prism of shades.
Crystal of light.
Break me down,
into pieces of you.

Nameless

there is heaven,
there is earth,
there is hell.

Better,
Good,
Worse.

A measurement to this,
a measurement to that.
It's all in the numbers, it's all in facts.
But what if i believe in stars?

I speak another language, I listen another dialect.
I believe in hands and touch and eyes and looks.
Who is following me?

The taste of your tongue can be so sweet,
yet careless movements can cut diamonds and make everyone bleed.

I wanna feel free,
I wanna make you feel free.
The wind is in from Africa, and I can feel its heat making us all dizzy.
Tentacles that take over our heads, over our feet and over our hearts.
African beat of heat so sweet.

The wind,
perfume,
vapor.

Sillage.
What is yours?
Mine of roses and smiles and color.

Intoxicate me with yours.
I dare you.
Now.

Naturaleza

I'm a river.
You are a river.
We are a river.

Let us flow...

You are a rock.
I am a rock.
We are a rock.

Let us climb...

I am ice.
You are ice.
We are ice.

Let us melt...

You are fire.
I am fire.
We are fire.

Let us burn.

Stardust, heaven, explosion, light, fire, flame, seed and sprout.
Earth, water, currents, depth, darkness, uncertain.
Wings, winds, tides, float and give.
Arrive.

Pendulum, momentum, journey, balance.

Burn me, burn me, burn me.
ignite my skin.
I'll burn you, lift you, twist you, craze you.
burn us up and down.

River, rock, ice, fire.
Flow with me, climb me, freeze me and burn.

Three Little Birds

Three little birds outside my window.
Just like Bob Marley sang soulfully. 

Sitting under the sun, barefoot.
Opening my toes letting the rays bathe my feet entirely.  
I inhale through my soles.
Inhale and arc my back in response--wishing and waiting for you to come and steal a kiss away.

And I dream of walks on clouds of green. 
Of humid floors that shake and shiver.
I seduce the air around me, and I know I am being seduced back.

I spread my toes and the wind tickles me,
it travels through me like intoxicating smoke,
I feel taken, I surrender.

We must do a little more of that, surrender.
Compassion and surrender.

Three little birds, come to my window.
Sing me sweet songs, of melodies pure and true.
I'll feed you strawberries, water and honey.
Jasmine, honeysuckle, hyacinth,
I'll be the flower you wish.
Come close,
Smell me,
Pull me close,
Inhale me,
caress,
brush,
suck.

This is my message to you-ou-ou...

KALEIDOSCOPE

I pedal my way through the streets of my neighborhood, where I feel I travel at the speed of clouds.  I look at the leaves and the patterns they make as I rush past the trees. I'm inside a kaleidoscope.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
I picture myself on a boat on a river, 
with tangerine trees and marmalade skies...

I can feel my breath.  I can hear the panting, which is quite arousing.
Panting and my heart pounding.

Blood rushing inside, through me,
sweat traveling down my back, around my neck.

I travel at the speed of light, my mind has left me,
my fears are gone. 
Come here, right now, and i'll take you.
Right. now.
Right. This. Instant.

Clouds and leaves and trees and skies. Panting and blinking and sweating and licking.
Time exists to take it, life is here to walk it and taste it and staying awake to what is out there to grab and hold with your hands tight and firm and knowing that even though it won't last between your fingers forever it is in you with you for you right now and there is nothing to fear nothing to yearn or wish beyond what is there for it is all there already just open your eyes and see that it is not that difficult to notice that wanting and having is really there to feel it and taste it and smell it and kiss it and kiss it precisely strong and firm yet soft and sweet just like that vibration you feel surrounding your skin exuding your pores as your body comes close so dangerously close to that other you feel so energetically attracted to so you can have them hold them rub them breathe them squeeze them caress them push and pull them with an overpowering hunger. 

Take it
take it
take it

it'll make you point your toes and shiver and lose your breath even if you are heavily breathing because that is what desire comes down to, to the thought and feeling of being invincible of being right and yet so wrong and hot and yet so cold and in the moment so intensely it all seems a dream a hallucination a speck of gold star dust which reminds us that that is what we are: dust and star and star and dust and that those tiny unrecognizable particles are you and me and us and we have found each other.

Kaleidoscope.