Pondering

It is cold in here...
It is the weather?
Or it is my soul?

The tree in my garden

The tree in my garden

The tree on my garden is gone.

It was cut by a lumberjack

He looked at it and though:

It must go!

I was distracted, like a bug

With the light of the fire

The cracking sound of the wood

And the heat that warmed up

the winter night in November….

We distract ourselves like that

Sometimes…

And we don’t see

The danger stranger

Because we don’t want

To see it…

We distract ourselves with laughs

To pretend we are safe…

The tree on my garden is now gone

And yet its roots may still there

Maybe next Spring

It will rise again,

Against all odds

And will defy the hand that cut it off

And the distracted eyes

That did not stop it from happening.

Perhaps I am all three,

The lumberjack, the tree, and the eyes

That did not see.

The Circle

And then Love is also...

 the gesture in your eyes

When you want to laugh

But stop yourself on your tracks

No to offend anyone you care for…

It is the smile on your lips

When you are talking about your dreams

Or the cuts in your fingers

Due to the cold winter,

No the one in the world

But the one inside you…

It is the curve on your shoulders

Bruised by carrying that daily cross

A cross made of  broken dreams,

lack of forgiveness, anger,

 Hunger for humanity,

 thirst for care and tenderness

 broken hopes that reminds you

How small the human heart can be

Sometimes…

And you keep loving despite

The lack of food in your plate

Or a roof over your head

Or a coat to protect you

Or company to make you laugh

Or a bed to rest your pain…

Love is the strength with which

You hold your tears

when lacking

 a hand to hold,

a soul to share with

a love to love you back

and yet you disregard

the same in others...

perhaps because

you never learned to give

the same way yo never

learned to receive?

and the cycle goes on:

giving, in the hope  of receiving;

when love should be free

should exist just because it is...

An at the end we all continue walking

In the never ending circle

of ice, chasing our tails

for an almost utopic dream.

So you asked...

Is love real?
I think the answer
Is whithin yourself...

And then again
When pondering
About love we must
Look into the greatest
Expression of love:
Jesus dying in the cross
For us...
Can we love the way
He loves us? Nope
But is love real?
Yes. It is. He love us.
He is love. Therefore
Love is real.

$ometimes

Sometimes you cross the path
With true Angels...
The ones that pick you from the floor
And help you stand up
And clean the dust from your knees
And let you cry in their shoulders
And pray with you
For you. They were by my side tonight. Sometimes they disguise
Themselves as friends. But I know better.

Today

Is not yesterday
And not yet tomorrow
Today is just today.
And yet we are here
Because yesterday
And today will lead us
Unavoidable to
Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the sum
Of yesterday and today.

So what are we doing today
To build our tomorrow?
Are we just letting the Mary-go-round take charge? Or are we
Grabbing life by the hair
And taking charge...?
Or are we just waiting to exhale?
Whatevee we are doing today
Will have an effect in our tomorrow.

Your love

Like a drop of water in the desert
For the thirsty peregrine...that is your love...

Like a distant star in the sky unable to heat the earth
Despite it brightness…that is your love...

Like a tender flower in the snow
Which will not survive nor will turn winter into spring...that is your love...

And yet the peregrine will rejoice for a second in the sweet taste of the liquid...the star will still bring joy to someone's eyes...an the flower will adorn the cold garden even if for a short spam of time. After all love is life. Even an ego centered love like yours.