They said you never forget the first time you’re in control of the plane… I believe it; I will never forget yesterday and how amazing it felt to climb and move through the skies.
I had such an amazing instructor – a woman younger than me….
I am in awe and excited about everything this new chapter in my life will bring.
Ups and downs, successes and failures. Losing friends, family and people that we love. This is our story, each and everyone of us, because we are humans. But whatever hits you, remember that after a fall you will start crawling, then walk, then run again. There is power in the choices you make. May the force be with you!
Seconds, flying out the window of time. Within, Womb admissions are granted, Exit is guaranteed.
Once here, everyone is writing. There are old books, new books, Critics are many, But so are those that praise everyone’s splendid contributions.
“Can you imagine a more perfect venue?” An old man asks as he catches the gaze of his wife, And smiles remembering how they learned To exchange vows.
Frail hand in his, she stands, “No,” she says. “It was perfect.” And together they walk Under the saber arch of those living within, Toward the exit.
“You are the most stunning goddess,” he says, As they walk outside in the luminous sun. “I love you, “she answers, As the cover of their book’s final print is being issued.
For the first time ever, They look at the house from the outside. Lights are on, and the inside is busy, Everyone is writing, In a day that still exists….while its seconds are flying through the window of time.
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Once upon a time there was this little girl and this wonderful woman who brought her into this world. The woman was magical , she kept the little girl happy, she made her skin scraps go away and she even had the power to turn substances into different colors in the lab where she was doing research and working.
She also told the little girl wonderful stories , so the little girl grew wings that carried her to follow her dreams.
The little girl grew and followed her life path; the woman was there all along. She still is.
Happy Mother’s Day mom. Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers in the world (including me), because without you this planet would spin empty, without humans. Sending all of you love.
Gigantic, uncontrollable gesture, Was when we were given a heart To live, To love.
Do we understand anything at all?
Collective thoughts of complex spiritual movements, And enigmatic minds of scientific thought What do you have yet about the history and the future of the man itself?
Standing exposed to the wind of time, Ruins, Decay of the flesh, Stand as a description of Being. Still, not discouraged, We’re outflanking the demon Who whispers of death.
Smile and believe Are the only ways to move forward, For stuck with appearances We’re not.
Half foolishness, Half incomplete wisdom, We dream and we may always exist, Somehow, somewhere, if even in the minds of others, For gigantic, uncontrollable gesture, Was when we were given a heart To live, To love.
Note: Dedicated to A, my very good friend who lost her father this past week.
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Both my parents are cancer survivors. This month people come together to honor cancer survivors and raise awareness about reducing cancer risk. This is me, walking for my parents.
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You, woman, man, or whatever you identify with, are like fire. With sparks or sometimes smoldering, you burn, you unfailingly burn….
Now, at the end of the year, it’s time to look at the balance: assess what you have achieved, what is it to do. You have dreams, plans, thoughts…. and together with them, your mind is wondering how many people have warmed up by your fire. How many have found hope in your words, how many have smiled, how many have found light or a bit of safety when there was darkness around them? Did they come? Did they? Are you alone?
Only you, deep down inside yourself, know what you’re feeling. And, just you, alone, now at the end of the year, put some more wood on your fire… to continue burning, for yourself … and for others, for the people that you know and for the ones that you don’t know.
Let it be a good year for you! I wish you to burn full of life and full of dreams, and at the light of your fire to fulfill everything that your heart and mind desires!
Palms that hold dreams, Upside down, Got caught into sticky web of light And made us drop all our belongings but our hearts and minds.
Are we great losers?
No!
We touch…. As dark petals struggle not to fall Into the cosmic depth. We hold each other… If dust comes from the knowledge’s fire. We kiss…. As we pass through the valleys of shadows.
Love The addiction of the soul, If every thought of love would become a breeze, The world would be an endless hurricane.
Hope The addiction of the mind, With it we conquered centuries While many other worlds have died.
In this universe where everything becomes dust We have not bloomed for nothing, Neither you, or I, or him, or her….or them….
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.