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
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