Journey To The Self – Viaje Hacia El Ser

Category: Poetry

  • Going home

    I dance to the songs of my story, my past.

    She breathes through me the remembrance of a path once walked.

    She breathes through me the grief and clarity that comes forth from being face to face with the shadow of what once was.

    A fading memory becoming breath, becoming life, becoming me, going home.

  • These flowers

    These flowers…
    I saw them being born,

    and I saw them die.
    And what I saw, is that

    Death is just a name

    for another moment in

    Time. 

  • Who I Am


    If I were to be anything else than what I am, I could only become Me again.

    .
    I am not my thoughts.
    I am not my feelings.
    I am not my emotions.
    I am not my job.
    I am not my responsibilities.
    I am not my success.
    Or my failures.
    I am not what I own.
    Or what I know.
    I am not even my own choices.
    Nor the causes and consequences.
    .
    Who I am, I am behind all of this.
    Who we are, is beyond the I.
    .
    Becoming. Being. I Am.
    🖤

  • The idea of me

    There is beauty
    in knowing we
    are imperfect.
    But there is also pain.

    .

    There is longing for meaning.
    For completeness.
    There is striving to become… 

    what?

    What is it
    that I need
    to feel enough?

    .

    In learning to love
    unanswered questions
    I find some peace.

    .

    In learning to love
    Myself
    I let go of the idea of me.

    .

  • Silence

    For as long as breath
    fills the present instant
    there is Nowhere else to go.

    .

    For as long as mind
    is focused in the moment,
    there is No One else to Be.

    .

    I close my eyes and let
    the rivers of tears
    flow to my chest
    and rest in my heart.

    .

    I pray for the fear to leave.
    I pray for the pain to desist.
    I pray for suffering to end.

    .

    Silence.

    .

    When breath and mind,
    heart and soul,
    are dwelling in the infinite silence
    of the eternal present,
    there is Nowhere else to go.
    No One else to Be.

    .

    I remember this.
    I breathe.
    I stay in the uncomfortable
    embrace of the Unknown.
    Fear, pain and suffering
    become illusions of a world
    that is asleep and dreaming.

    .

    Silence.