My mom taught me forgiveness: smile more, smile heals hurting hearts. Push yourself more to forget. Then some more. Don’t think the unthinkables. Include everyone, even the ones who exclude your part. Give them what they want. Say yes often. Continue reading “A strange place”
I guess I have seen love
not just in words,
not just in black fonts
of sleepless poetry. Continue reading “Not just in words”
Sometimes the wave inside my head
looks like a silent word, or like
a clean afternoon of California summer.
On those days I do art. I paint a haunted house,
gather all the wordlessness inside it,
and put a lock on the canvas. Continue reading “The image of the summer”
I put my head right in front of the blue light of the desktop screen,
my eyes set on various pages, one where the work is done, one where
the world makes friendship with perfect human beings, one where I secretly note
down grocery list and things that I have to finish before it’s too late. Continue reading “This is why we are here”
I see the changes
in the landscape
every time I look back. Continue reading “Transformation”
“GO OUT IN THE WOODS, GO OUT. IF YOU DON’T GO OUT IN THE WOODS NOTHING WILL EVER HAPPEN AND YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BEGIN.” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés
There’s always someone to stop you,
even when you’re running for life,
even when you’re preparing to
wrap your bubble. Continue reading “Beginning”
We are always seeking each other.
Always.
At coffee shop,
On the open pages of websites,
After each weird ringtone of
a new text on the phone,
inside closed room,
outside in a very floral
printed world.
Searching is hard. Finding harder.
The heart tells you funny stories,
and sometimes it makes
a potent noise
that sounds like loneliness
or like a greedy ache. Continue reading “Once more, with feelings”
We all are here to share some stories,
Stories that make life
And break inner demons.
There are tea cups, and flavored
Tea leaves pretending to offer contentment.
Someone claims, Contentment is ubiquitous.
A storm threats from the dusky cloud,
I wonder if the sky feels content
When it rains alone before dry souls. Continue reading “Better Dialogues”
