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My chaotic mind
Our Spirits unite
I hear her say
“Be still, be kind”

Moon lit sky
Like Hummingbird she flies
Beyond space and time
She seeks then she hides
Between the curves and lines
Treasures to find
Infinite light and stillness of mind

Love and grief
Triggers and chances
Fortune and fears
Patterns and prizes
Falling from grace
Into the mess
Fateful cosmic dance

I hear her say
“Be still, be kind”

Ocean slicing the sky
Little people floating
The beauty of summer embraces my skin
My soul ready to expand
Ready to live
Ready to love

Ups and downs
Breathing waves
Lessons and reasons
Confessions and submissions
Surrender to flow

Turquoise and blues
Salty kisses
Promises and dreams
Desire igniting the fire within
Singing minds
Grateful hearts.

Another rhyme
Another line
patterns and signs
Empty promises
Nickels and dimes
Emotions confined
Love in decline
Be gentle and kind
End of a line
Start of a new design
Hush now my mind

I was walking around aimlessly the empty streets of Albaicín. Desperately needing some morning caffeine on my lips.

I see a woman walking towards me.
I imagined her smiling under her mask. With my broken Spanish I ask where I can find a good cup of coffee as I point at her reusable cup.

She starts to walk with me which was opposite direction of her way. Kind soul.
We exchange a little about us as we walk through the narrow winding streets, scattered silver cobblestones, pastel walls, quiet wind, grey skies, vibrant leaves.

She takes me to her work.
She is a gardener. “This is my garden” she says. “You are very lucky”

She points to a staircase and quietly disappears.

Amidst her beautiful garden, a little café with a veranda, living canopy, glistening green vines, metal bench with reminiscent of the rain.
I walk up the stairs greeted by the best view of Alhambra.

I smile.

India

Vibrant Colours countless smile
Mudras, mantras, seaside breeze
Vibrating frequencies
surrounding me

Samasthati to Savasana
Precious Prana all around
Mindful mind, inner glow
Udana flow ground to crown

Visions of circular motion
Temples and domes
Trees, river, sky
Truth, Love and connection

Sunrise songs, Sunsets glow
Birds, coconuts, constant flow
Morning prayers, nightly dance
Fire flies, fate and chance

All is love
All is light
Harmonizing hearts
Shining bright

One is All
All is one
Sacred silence
Stars, Moon, and Sun

I only want the beginnings

As I start writing on the moving train — Orvieto to Firenze

The music starts. (Accordion player literally starts playing when I put my pen on the paper, timing couldn't be any perfect!)

Beginning of all is magical. A window seat on an empty row of the plane right before it takes off, new journey, first glance of a new lover, first bite of the best pizza, first bite of lovers lower lips, first embrace of the ocean waves, first sip of cold water on a sunny day… list goes on.

As the sun sets, the fall colours go from their peak vibrancy and slowly start to desaturate.

Beginning of a romance is like sunset time. The vibrancy of colours can just pierce through your heart and make your brain numb. You start thinking only with your heart, set all logic aside.

Nights are for loving, stealing the blanket for warmth, twisting each other's legs for warmth, then moving at the end of the bed to go as far as you can from one another.

Sunrises are for cuddles, hiding bad breaths.

Mornings are for strong espresso on tiny paper cups and small tiny sweet croissants.

So we can say by the mid afternoon on a clear day, each other's flaws are magnified.

Annoyance slowly creeps in. Everything starts to feel off, softness to cold, hearts seem to hide, minds fluttering with thoughts of another vibrant sunset.

Why is it so hard to do
singing the lowest of the keys
How did I escape from
Me

Spring time blue skies
Night light hold tight

Look inside the mirror
Can you see light
Kiss my neck lips
Until moonrise

Dance till I'm free
Singing melodies

Thinking of him
Night and days
In a daze
Thinking of his smile
Miles and miles of kisses
Endless summer breeze
Freezing memories
Truths and signs
I crave his touch
His songs and rhymes

Thoughts on Love.

Morning gaze
Hazey eyes
Sun rise
Glittered sea
Sunlit path
Before you and me.

Breathing ocean
In and out
Salty air
Messy hair
Singing bodies
Scattered clouds
Dancing around me

Continuous practice
Love is real
Love is pure
Song for peace
Love for all
Love for you

Magical lake
Copper maze
Appears as I start my late afternoon dance

Subtle Moon
Evening waves
Cleansing breaths
Curious mind
Layered Sky
Blue peach
Purple hues
Colours of my dreams

Choosing grace
A new love
Even a newer pace

Listening to inner guides
Showing true colours
No where to hide
Side by side, we follow the light

End of an endless chase
Sweetest embrace
A new love
Floating in space

Fill my heart with
Compassion and love
Keys to paradise

Silent songs
Speaking eyes
Devouring light

They smile
His lips
Dancing around my neck
His mind eager to expand
His eyes
They smile

Moon gets a bit of time of her own

She is blinded by the sun
Though she burns, she craves his love
And embrace
worshippers from blue green and white
Round she goes
Standing between her and the Sun
Breathing in
I hear them chanting

Darkness all around
Dusk in seconds
Breathing in
Night it falls
Moon is glowing
Firecrackers sparkling gold
Breathing in
"Beauty this is true beauty"

Breathing out

Shattering the sense of Self
No one to be, no where to be
everywhere I am

Stepping into the unknown
Took every turn as a lesson
No right no wrong
Every sound I hear is a song

Walking on my own
Stillness in motion
A mind of creation

it’s a dream
It’s a vision
Maybe all superstition

Doesn’t matter
Leaping forward

Stepping into the unknown