Small Girl, Big World

Let me go to a far away land, let me see what the world has to show.
Let me marvel and grasp at the wonders of creation.
I want to sit at the edge of a cliff
and close my eyes and feel the breeze cool my feet.
At the top of a mountain, I want to feel as small as a rain drop.
I want to swim and dive down to the bottom of the ocean
and marvel at the creatures that breathe no differently than us.
I want to cross borders and feel like there is no color, but just that of humanity.
No boundaries, just the spread of culture and language.
I want to go and learn of the ways that my brothers around the world live and laugh.
And maybe we could laugh together at the fact that language divides us but expression doesn't.
I want to taste more than just cuisines, I want to taste the flavors of the land
and maybe that which makes these places so delicious to travel to.
Let me sail towards the horizon, until there is no horizon any more,
but just another piece of land inviting me to its shore.
I want to get lost, at least once, somewhere in a city
and I want to find my way home, wherever it may be at the time.
I want to hold the world in my hand but nonetheless feel like a grain of sand. 

Broken Bodies and Breathing Souls

They flock all together, the broken of the lot,
In front of a figure that they trust to make life better.
And they cry and they scream and they cry and they scream again,
Not knowing that words are heard irrespective of actually being audible.
There is someone listening, a mother figure to be precise.
One who knows without being told, one who gives without expecting, one who answers before being asked.
And she gathers these broken bodies and weary hearts and she holds them close.
In her embrace, these bodies find themselves, they find their souls.
They breathe, at last.
In the everlasting care of this mother figure, man turns into a little child.
Ridding himself of all ego and getting down on his knees, he prays.
And somewhere in the midst of silence he finds more solace than he ever found in screams.
In that moment a hand holds his shoulder and his body isn't broken anymore.
It's breathing.

Attraversiamo- Let's Cross Over

Crossing over
From darkness to light,
From last year to a new one,
From one continent to another,
From one relationship to another.
We are crossing over all the time.
We are constantly in motion.
Around the sun, walking home, pumping blood through our bodies.
We don't stop.
Every step ahead is one step left behind,
Moving on.
We move when we know we deserve better.
When a step is all it takes to be more than what we are.
We cross over,
over obstacles and evil,
over oppressors and gossipers,
over heart aches and sleepless nights,
over broken bones and broken marriages,
over dictatorship and demons.
We cross over because we deserve better.
Sometimes we cross over because good is not enough when extravagant is in our reach.
Sometimes crossing over is not as easy as it sounds.
But when you start that journey,
you know you've already given yourself more than the world could ever give you.
And that's the best you can gift yourself.
Don't live in the dark, cross over to the light.
The darkness might be trying but don't give up the fight.

For as long as we have voices....

For as long as we have voices, let us not forget to say thank you

For the many blessings we receive,
For the hands we have and the ideas we conceive,
For the hearts and minds that get us through,
For the presence of me and maybe, me with you,
For the inspiration that moves us and the silence that keeps us still,
For the sound of birds, nature, peace and tranquil.

For as long as we have voices,
Let us get down on our knees and appreciate our feet,
Lets feel the ground and the lives that lie beneath.
Be thankful for being alive today more than you were yesterday,
Be thankful for waking up and mostly for being able to say,
"Thank you"


"In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices."
-From the book 'Eat Pray Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert

It's better by the sea

By the sea we held hands.
In the city we don't even meet.
The concrete chaos keeps us apart
Or is it our chaotic hearts?

Its easier by the sea, talking, laughing, kissing, smiling.
By the sea we make peace, in the city we war it out.

The waves are calm, the sun is warm. The feeling is mutual.

The traffic is immense, the air polluted. The feeling is aggressive.

I'd rather we meet by the sea than by the city.
For the sea gave me you while the city took you away.

Today as we both live in the city,
separated by streets and numerous dividers,
Two souls in another level of consciousness
still meet by the sea and laugh at us.

Humble Mumble

Humility is understanding that you are but a small drop in the ocean.
It is accepting the fact that there is a power mightier than you.
And that you are as tiny a being as anyone else in front of it.
Humility is grasping the wonders around you,
knowing that no power is greater than love.
Contentment and humility go hand in hand.
Humility doesn't complain. Humility is being satisfied.

Humility is protective gear. It saves you from the weapons of the world.
When you have all that you need to make you happy within you, you have nothing to lose.
And when you have nothing to lose, no one can steal from you. 
Humility is your protective gear against everything evil in this world.
How can anyone poke your ego when you have not one in the first place.

Live for the happiness of your inner being and not for the outer world.
If you find bliss in doing good, do it without the fear of being nick named.
When you do good, seek not the praises of the world.
But the joy of your heart. Expect not to be thanked.
But be thankful for everything.

One cannot boast of his humility without losing it.

John 3:30 - He (God) must increase, but I decrease."

Let the skies fall down

Let the clouds break open.
And let the skies send its gifts to us.
Open your arms and look up to the skies.
Close your eyes and breathe in.
And let the first drops of the skies brush against your face.
Smile.
Be grateful :)

Queen Of The Desert

The sand dunes don't look as lively as they did when you were here.
Even water doesn't seem to be so much of a necessity when you're away.
My heart thirsts to see you on your royal steed appearing on the horizon.
And I will rush to prepare myself for your coming.
They say the desert cannot be trusted.
Sometimes she takes our men and never sends them back.
Other times, she's the reason we realize how much we love them.
Queen of the desert, queen of the sands of time,
Send him back to me as soon as possible.
My heart longs to be at rest.
For under the sun, under your jurisdiction, who knows what may become of him.
But in the shelter of my arms, he will be safe and loved.
Like water found in the desert, such shall be my joy.
To see his face and feel his embrace.
But God forbid, you steal him from this life.
Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.
Woman to woman, don't take away whats mine,
His love for you is temporary, he and I were united by the divine.
Though I fear the clutches of your hands and the lust you have for the desert men.
I am stronger to know, he will return, if not, he is still mine in heaven.


Imagery inspired by the novel 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho