My Way to Pray

Whether transmitted through the heart or the eye, observering nature always nourishes and deepens my connection to mother earth and myself. With each pause, I am offered an opportunity of gratitude and fascination for the mystery that holds our existence in unified form. 'My Way to Pray’ is a collage of poetry and photography, capturing personal moments of reflection. This work is a living study and will continue to captivate me for the rest of my life.

OUR BODY

my body is a small star
it’s also an ocean of consciousness,
and a mountain of mirrors,
and a field of forgetfulness,
and a river of remembrance,
my body is your body,
and your body is mine
it’s our body
our bodies are keys to the door of spirit and soul
and they are always divine in whichever form they shine

SINFUL SKIN

the flesh of humans can cause troubles, it seems
whenever and however it is revealed
isn’t it strange,
that our skin, that we’re in
can get triggered by touch
or by cold or warmth
or wetness or drought
or pain or love,
is seen as sinful.
shouldn’t we be thankful?
that our skin as a whole translates the state of the soul

FOREVER FLYING

her mysterious fragrant lessons 
carried me into my essence
in clear daylight
my truth vaporized 
who I thought I was
slipped away
through my fingers
I had opened up
like starfish towards the sky
I had to fall
and as I fell
with no resistance 
the wind whipping against my ears 
were now soft sounding whispers 
‘you’re not falling, you are forever flying’
I soar through to the clouds on her soft petals
all I am
is her reflection

PASTA AL UNIVERSE

arid soil
made moist
with the sap of sky
dough of father and mother
mud mixture
kneaded into union
with the psalm of gravity

could it be that gravity is god?
disguised as an invisible unifying consequence
who fell through the atmosphere
deeply in love with the fantasy of life
thus married heaven and earth

it might be so
because life can not exist without synthesis
it is not formed in the act of separation

we are children of liquid intimacy
we are the holy blood of both soil and sky
we are an astronomical communion
a sexual union of water and wine
paired with the divine

IF ONLY I WOULD BE A FLOWER

if only I would be a flower
I would not be separate
I would be amid
I would be from
I would be in 

the kinetic grass would sway against my form
and intuitively I would move as well 
we would move together to the rhythm
of the loving mysterious heartbeat of life

I would greet everything with the beauty
I have forever absorbed to nourish others
I would open for the light of heavens to seep through me
because to participate in opening is to touch
the greatest grace 

however,

today, I am nature embodied abloom
tomorrow, I will be a flower
today, I grace you with the love I have basked in during many lifetimes
tomorrow, I will talk to you about the cycles of life
today, I remember the freedom of my sovereign body
tomorrow, my petals will taste the sweetness of giving clouds
today, my roots stretch and belong to the deep wise earth
tomorrow, I will open
today, I live and grow among nature
tomorrow, my beauty will belong too

ALIEN BROTHER & SISTERS

alien brothers and sisters
we are here together
as earth people

we are nature’s invention
sprung from the same cell - soul
scripted a billion times
in a million different plays - places

we are every single person
divided by a thin pocket of flesh
our lungs
full with shared air
breathed for us
by far-away rainforest trees

we are both plant and animal
we are the stars and the soil
we are meant to be a planet of poetry

oh, harmony
the light of love is only one switch away
respect all living things that fly, walk, crawl or swim
feel gratitude for everything this home brings

heaven is here

DOUBLE BEING IS I

through the gate of simultaneous presence
we endlessly discover our double being
 
to love is to dwell with courage, softness and trust
in the confluence 
of each other’s dark undercurrents
 
our coming together arrived at the moment
I was re-understanding myself
asking questions I had not dared to ask before
opening doors I didn’t know were closed
finally ready to surrender to the soul of my being
I had not realized how much my spirit was craving
to sink deep in my body
so then I could leave my body
 
finding this sensitive balance
of being rooted yet remaining unattached
is a quest of the heart warrior

the other
is a manifestation of the mind
unseparated non-being
I offer you my heart
take it
peel me open

AN ENTITY OF ITS OWN


to witness my reflection in your eyes 
is to experience myself existing so differently alive 
who is she? 
this woman resembling me?
 
you cast light on my shadow, it hurts
for what I see in that mirage 
is what I know - I am
 
I observe the fractals of your seeing fuse into radiating orbs of love
through the gate of simultaneous presence our tongues meet 
in your mouth I fall and I rise
my frame barely holds itself upright
like backbones of DNA our spines spiral into an entity of its own
our skins stick with no separation
as if life has always been so

AND AS I OPEN

and as I open
I find myself
I admit that I am

presence
here
now

unfolding the flower of life

and then I walk
I walk through gates of reality
seeing formations that burden our freedom to be
I decorate them with blossoming, undeniable, delicate beauty

beauty is living truth

and I keep walking
I open more
my blood it paints
a story in time
of time
beyond time
and I see that she
my flow of life
is everything
I am

the crescent and the full
the wild and the still
the sprouting and the withering
the rock that crumbles into sand
and the rock that remains

and as I bleed - I continue to walk
dressing flowers onto cold, heavy stones

because I am living
and life is art
and art can die
but wants to live

YOU COMPARE YOURSELF TO A FLOWER

 
you compare yourself to a flower

feeling the wind

                                                         dancing
you grow unfolding your petals

              to the sun
soaking
                                  naked in the rain

you compare yourself to a flower

smelling of nature's beauty

                                            unapologetically 
with each breath
                   cleansing the air
                                                      healing 
part of the earth 

a symbol with hidden depth 

                         that goes beyond

                 immaculate form 

you compare yourself to a flower

a flower  

                the condensation of sun
       wind and rain                               
grounded


      ever changing composition 

                                       earths art
                  constantly becoming something new

a flower is a product of passion 

PLUM 

along the gaze of the infinite present moment
we sit in silence, our shoulders resting on our straightened spines
through all our differences, our presence meets
here, the deepest service is given

within every quiet breath, there is the sound of the bell, 
the song of the anonymous bird and the shimmering of the meditteranean sea
in this wholesome scenery, fragrant of mountain flowers, 
we can see everything in everything else,
but to grow forever alive in the fertile soil of our origin,
we must accept our body, our form, as the ultimate truth 

how beautifully divine is the paradox that it is our separateness
that will unite us closer
then ever before