Angel or...

Demon? Perhaps both.
Still. I miss you.
I hope you regain
Your wings
And return to the light
Someday.

Reborn

I wish I could reborn and start over again
Then I would dance in the rain
Get my feet in the mud
Roll over the grass
Sleep under the stars
Jump naked into a river
Let my hair dry under the sun
Chase butterflies
Laugh at the top of my lungs
For no reason other that to hear
My own laugh
Explore the woods and get lost
Learn to survive on my own
Climb mountains
Explore caves
Follow the footsteps
Of the wilderness
Without fear
Be brave
Learn to say no
Learm to be by myself
Enjoy the loneliness
The silence
The quietness
Of being im the middle
Of nowhere
With myself.
In the warm womb
Once again.

Your Hands

They are strong and manly
They are skilled and agile
And at their touch
The skin rises
Like burning by fire
And yet caressed by
The touch of a feather...
Their touch is firm
And yet so tender
One can travel from heaven
To hell in a second
And then back to earth...
Ah! Your hands are creative
Hard workers...builders...lovers
Your hands are two of a kind.

Time to pause

Sometimes we must stop and recharge. Am I going in the right direction? If not then what? Why? And then what am I going to do about it?
The fact is that we are humans. We deal with emotions. Life is not straight forward. Instead we deal with an amalgama of feelings that can drag us in a rollercoaster ride. We scream. We cry. We laugh. We get angry. We get scared. We get sad. Happiness does not last. The good news is neither does sadness. Emotional states will vary from day to day. So hang in there. One more day. Take a deep breath. Feel the blood in your veins. Listen to your hearth. Everything in your body screams that you are alive. It is ok to feel the way you do. Because we are human. And this will pass. Just take a time to pause and recharge. Start over again.

As the Night

As the night brings darknes
So have you!
As the winter brings cold weather
So have you!
Like a black cat crosses one's path
And brings bad luck
So have you...and yet
There is beauty in the night
There is some warm in the cold
There is some joy in the cat. Life is not black and white.

What If

We are already dead
without even knowing
and we are walking dead
in a land of zombies...
What if we are just dreaming
that we are alive
but we are dead inside
dead to the light
that bright our days
dead to the wind
that refresh our souls
dead to the love
that grows around us...
what if...will you care?

The Eagle and the Wolf

There was upon a time a wolf that was wounded. The Eagle searching from the sky for an easy pray spotted the bleeding wolf. Against her nature and instincts she landed near the wolf with curiosity and a bit of fear. She has closed encounters with another wolf long ago and has lost many feathers in that fight. But this wolf looked different. He whinned a bit and licked his wounds. Did not showed fear for the curious Eagle. Instead addresesed her with his big soft baby blue eyes as one will adress a friend or perhaps a pack member. The Eagle backed up nervous. Being a creature of the sky meant she was alone must of the time. It was awkward to interact with another creature so close and personal. The Eagle stayed there for a little while.she was not hungry so did not looked at the wolf as a possible dinner. She was just curious. Other animals of pray circuled the area. The wolf shivered on pain. The Eagle just stood there for a while. Warming her feathers under the cold sun of winter. Some time before dawn she got hungry and took of for a hunting trip. For some crazy reason she returned to the wolf with a big rabbit. Started breaking her dinner in pieces when her eyes collided with those of the hungry wolf. He was starving too. Maybe her female nature nurturing and caring kicked her because despite any self preserve instincts she approched the wolf and dropped half of the rabbit at his side. The wolf devored the meat in an instant. The Eagle backed off fast. One could tell if she has not backed off fast she would has been part of the wolf dinner. She finished her portion and cleaned her beack and then plucked her feathers. The night was now covering the land and a cold breeze reminded them both that winter was in to stay. Against her best judgement she stayed near by the wolf that night...she usually will go at the top of her mountain and watch the sleeping world from the safety of the highs...but she choose to be vulnerable and become a guardian for the wounded wolf that now slept quietly knowing a friend was nearby ready to fight over any predator that looked at him as a possible dinner. Strange friendships born from the most unusual situations. But animals of prey are animals of prey and no matter what their nature will take over. Eventually the wolf healed. The Eagle then realized that the highs was where she belong. She went back to her special place and watched the wolf from the distance reuniting with his own kind. She wondered how will life be in the woods. She will never know. She spread her wings and fly in the blue sky. It was dinner time. She spot a snake and down she went. Merciless she struck her nails into the terrestrial creature and flew away back to her nest. In her way to her nest she crossed paths with the wolf once .again. He looked up and saw her carrying her dinner. She looked down and saw him devoring a deer. They both knew that their short friendship was over. If they ever cross path again one will devour the other.

The Rain

The rain is life...drops of clear water that cleanse the world. It is the quenching liquid that satisfy the thirsty earth and rinses away the sins...