My heart like a folded rose
awaits morning to unfold.
The vast garden is quiet
only the leaves sing softly with the breeze.
When the sun crosses the threshold,
a thousand rose petals sprinkle the garden path.
My heart has finally opened
revealing the treasures inside of me.
The scent of the flowers intoxicate my eyes,
my lips still carry the taste of the last kiss of the night.
All I can do is to keep on giving,
peace comes with doing harm to no one.
A drop of dew
on my finger tip
soft, so soft.
Inspiration: at dawn.
Life is to be lived fully
to the contrary we would die,
— die not of death, but of an empty life.
We should make our lives a continuous stream
of grace and beauty and love.
When we cook, when we walk,
when we touch, when we laugh,
when we kiss, when we pray.
Life has no limits.
a thin sliver of light.
To the East,
a whisper of the light to come.
Inspiration: around 5:45 this morning.
As we empty ourselves
as we let go
as we stop comparing and wanting and judging
we create space
a vast emptiness with immense potential
the potential for love.
Note: this is practical advice.
I have the certainty that one day
we will go back into the vastness of the ocean.
We will be filled with grace and move effortlessly.
We will not need machines, nor need to invent anything.
I have the certainty that once more,
we shall be elegant creatures of the sea.
Inspiration: the world — too much metal, too much cement, too much noise.
Three in the morning.
I cannot sleep.
I wrap a soft shawl around me, and quietly open and close doors leading to the garden.
I walk slowly on the path between the roses, their scent barely perceptible in the cold of the night.
The Cross above the chapel is illuminated by the full moon. It shines in shades of pink amidst the giant pine trees to my right.
I breathe in silence.
Inspiration: Holy Friday (19 April 2019) at La Trappa, Cistercien Monastery, Michoacán, Mexico.