My answer came, Clear and bright. Like a lightning etched across the sky.
Fear is like a ghost in dreams. It feels real and makes me fret. Then suddenly… I wake up. Eyes wide open. I scratch my head, confused: “Was that for real?”
Here comes the real deal!
Whenever fear is to arise, Pause…. for a while; Close your eyes – if you can.
Now remember; it’s a dream! Take three deep breaths. Hug yourself, real tight!
On ONE, TWO, THREE; You tell yourself out loud:
“I am safe, I am loved. I am safe, I am loved. I am safe, I am loved.”
Eyes wide open, so is your heart. Take your precious time and space to soak and grow with care, in love.
A new and mighty ritual is what we need to cast the fear away and shine the light.
PS… In case the grip is tight, you make it nine❣️🤗
You roll your mighty body with impeccable waves. You extend a playful, immersive delight. I savor you with gratitude, with sparks in my eyes.
Not the best of Cuban torcedores*, nor my mum with Walnut Christmas cake, can match your expertly crafted wake, with salty flavors that swirl, fold, and perfectly break.
The foaming, dissolving dance in each wave you make – an electrifying grace.
You alone can sweep me off my feet and meet me where I am, always catching me, lovingly, in your waterfull embrace.
I dig you, especially when sand is where I stand.
Your hypnotic sound. A timeless symphony you alone can play, for as long as gravity remains.
In fact, your soothing hum, exudes the might that hibernates my monkey mind.
I say yes! Yes to my inner child that loves to play! How lucky am I to splutter and paddle as if I was a child.
Thank you! Thank you, for the playfulness that never ends. For the joy you bring out of my salt loving, porous, Swiss cheese like cells.
*A torcedor is a skilled craftsman or artisan who hand-rolls cigars.
Ps… you can’t whip a whacky poem like this with Chat GPT, so don’t fret about AI, it cannot come up with real stuff, because it cannot swim nor play, it’s not kicking, and it’s not alive. But it can surely help with a few crafty synonyms I need once in a while. So, thank you for the role you play in my sweet little rhyming game.
The old is coming to an end— the ancient one gripping tight, as if nothing else matters.
As the grip of the old tightens, the new can sense the waning hour of its rustic power. The old knows, as soon as it lets go, it has to give its final blessing, that bit we call farewell.
The splendid bull is standing on the plateau, faced towards the sun, rising from horizon.
The first few rays spill into the ocean, just before the sun is up, above the skyline. That breathless moment, when existence appears to be standing still…
The ancient and the new. A mystery as old as time. What have I to learn from all that is passing by?
Decay, death, birth, a new start.
I give my gratitude to all that is fading away, burning out, passing on its final emanating surge of power, just before it’s time to give it up.
It’s time to give it up! Your time, your rule, your reign is over.
An ocean of valuable lessons, overflowing generosity, kindness and good deeds… All of it going towards new, fresh seeds. It’s time to let go, graciously.
Out of the old roots grow the new shoots. Come spring, watch the glory unfold in its full swing.
Roaring fireplace, several soft cushions, the sound of crackling firewood, a copper flask of water and myself, gazing towards the blazing fire as it eats the wood away, sending vital heat my way.
Holding my favorite pen, I etch the final few pages of my fifth notebook of this twilight year.
May the New Year be blessed with infinite inspiration, joy, and strength as we navigate through distinct moments: joyful, challenging, struggling, healing, messy, exiting, sad, hungry, happy. May we learn, may we grow and become wiser, suppler, more caring, and stronger as we bravely sail on.
The beautiful rose has been capturing attention and the hearts of millions, ever since we come in touch with the queen of the flowers. I like to believe the queen will continue mesmerizing our hearts until the end of time. With its exquisite appearance, intoxicating scent, and powerful presence.
The rose equally demands your full presence, your complete surrender and attention, else it cannot reveal itself to you in its fullest glory.
You may have noticed a rose, passing by, but when was the last time you have really seen the rose? When was the last time you had the full experience of complete immersion and oneness with this magnificent, divine being full of grace?
Have you ever made love to a rose? When did you really take in all her scent? Can you remember? Or will you go on living as if it doesn’t matter, only to realize how much it really matters when it’s too late and that rose has withered away?
You’re lucky, for there are plenty of roses blooming throughout the year in every corner of this wondrous world.
Seize the precious moment, as often as possible and keep your heart open and expanding as long as you can.
Stop the madness of rushing to get to the next point in your life, to reach yet another goal. I’m sure you will reach it, but at what price? Do yourself a favor once in a while and stop by the rose, surrender yourself fully to that unique moment and get a sense of oneness.
Experience the magic the rose is willing to share with you, to take you beyond what you thought was even possible. Life goes by so quickly. It’s those precious moments in life that make a difference. The moments that bring the smile from deep within, the moments that infuse your heart with joy, crack your heart open to love, receive love, and feel the gratitude for being alive.
Carpe Diem 🙏
Your final words as you depart this realm of wonder should sound & feel a bit like this: thank you all, thank you glorious existence, I have lived a great life. Farewell, I go in peace, with a smile.
We all have our own unique perception of our unique experiences in life. Stories I write come from my experience.
I am trying to understand why so many people who have experienced a lot of pain and suffering continue paying it forward and allowing their pain and suffering to spread through them – onto others.
Perhaps some people still carry a lot of pain, and they’re simply trying to lighten up their own burden? Being alive, we share what we are -and can can only spread and share what we carry inside.
I can clearly see a distinction between the actions of individuals who have brought their pain and suffering to their awareness and stopped the spread, and the reactions of those who still haven’t, yet are on the way.
Sometimes they simply didn’t have a chance to do so. Life has not yet afforded them with enough space for self-reflection. They were too busy, existential needs were more important. And eventually, pain and suffering trickled down so deep that even when they would have the required time and space, they could no longer see it, reach it. The deeper our pains and sufferings slip in, the older we get, the harder it is to shake it up and bring it up to the surface, where we can face it. It takes a lot – sometimes an accident, a burnout, or a disease such as cancer or a stroke, paralysis, and sometimes death itself. That’s a difficult way to go.
Even if someone else is able to see how much you struggle inside and wants to help you, while you still have a chance, no one can change your. Unless you are ready to do so. One can only fully accept you as you are, love you, stand by your side, nudge you, support you, show you the way, the door, hoping you will see that door and walk through. Yet, to walk you have to be ready and make a first step.
Environment we grow up in paints our reality, hence, it is important to put things into perspective and include the historical and cultural views – among many others.
In addition to the country where you grew up, if either of your parents have experienced being repressed when they were children, there’s a good chance you carry the legacy of repression, of some sort. Important to add, it’s not their fault, there’s no one to blame here. They simply inherited certain behaviour patterns from their parents and probably never had a chance to contemplate about it and get over it.
For example, the wounds inflicted by horrors of war can last for decades. The second world war ended in 1945 – that is over 80 years ago. However, the pain and suffering inflicted upon people did not yet come to an end. And the history repeats. Just when the younger generations might have healed or began healing the wounds they inherited from their parent and grandparents, the bombing starts again.
Anger & aggression cause damage and should not have a place in anyone’s home – in the ideal world. But that’s not the world we live in and sometimes we just have to learn how to deal with the consequences and reverse those negative impacts that might have happened while we were children. In order to heal and end this perpetual infliction.
The power of the fierce soul continues shining through, it resists being taken over, and is rising all over again. Just like the sun; just like Phoenix rising from the ashes. Emerging more powerful, smarter, and stronger. It’s all a matter of time.
