Ode to Silence

When your chest is free of your limiting ego,
Then you will see the ageless Beloved.
You can not see yourself without a mirror;
Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.” – Rumi
There is so much noise here:
bustle, brashness, broken windows.
I thank goodness for this silence,
where the earth rests, breathing in and out,
aware of this deep meditation.
Once you know that you are sleeping
and that your life is no different than “Days of Our Lives,”
or “All my Children,” there is nothing else.
With no taxis rushing down 5th avenue, and no cars
crashing in the LES and no people hustling to earn some coins,
emptiness exhausts the idea of time and space,
like Messada before the sun rises.
This silence lasts for a moment; a single second,
until eyes open, and the rush lives on
like death doesn’t exist.
There are no need for temples and tombstones,
This is factious.

Without Fear

“I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me
and the night enveloped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged to you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.” – Pablo Neruda

Fear dissolves and you are mine.
The great wall has fallen,
and I can touch your hands.
The jail that held me captive fades
and nothingness takes shape in its place.
Do you see that I am yours?

Maturity set in the woods

Allow the path to show you its soul,
naked and dancing
on the edge of the moon.

Take off the bandages and
Let the wound shine
like a silver spoon waiting in the back of a drawer.

If you are lonely, then you are alone.
Follow me, I know where I am going.
There is no place
for going.

Do you know you can’t go anywhere?
Do you?

The mind spirals like a seashell that carries the world’s powers.
A path is a path
And love is love.
I can lead you there.

A Song From the Bottom

” Love is a tree with branches reaching into eternity and roots set deep in eternity, and no trunk” – Rumi

Waiting is a part I never wanted.
Your eyes are hazel, and your hair holds on
like my hand, which screams alongside the bed.

When you empty your heart, I fill the yard.
When you wear your green hat, I ask for more.

A night without you could make all of the
trees disappear and the chairs,
and the bed, and my shoes.
Without you, this house only knows how to die.

I have to come home and you have to leave.
I have to rest and the birds must sing
a casual dirge on the windowsill.

The idea of self.

Sometimes you hold on to yourself,

thinking that you will lose yourself,

afraid that life will disappear if you lose yourself.

It’s time.

Time to let go of this strength

it’s not making you strong.

I don’t give a damn if you think you know something

there is nothing that you could know.

This is not just you.

This isn’t about you.

This is truth.


Anger is your anger. You created it.

For you.

But, this isn’t about you.


Sometimes we shine the mirror of the self

and work on a reflection,

like a piece of crafted glass.

There is not a more perfected vase

than one that is broken.

love making, on the spot.

As a follow up to the post of recieiving love,  I want to explore the idea of sending love.

While eating some Fondue(and yes, we had huge strawberries and rice crispy treats), I asked a few dear Valentine friends to share with me their greatest wishes. Following, I created small word drawings that embodied their wish.

Here is what happened:

with love,


Gettin’ some… love

On Valentines Day, I’d like to share about giving and receiving gifts.  Gifts to me are all about love and sharing it.

This first post is about receiving love. Later, in my full post, I will share about giving love.

I received a text this AM from someone very dear to my heart, saying “Go to mistaspoz.com and listen to the sex and candy remix.” http://www.mistaspoz.com/media/. This song, which we shared together and often laughed about, always brings a smile to my face. This “gift”, especially on Valentines day, is absolutely perfect. I couldn’t ask for more. Showing the love can take some creativity when it comes to really understanding how we can show another person that we “get” them.  And in the end of the day, this is the only thing we ever really need. 

Since this post is about receiving love, I’d like to share my appreciation for someone who always knows how to show it.

With love, lots of respect, and a lil’ extra love (just in case you missed it the first time),