Missing Mum.

Another year,

on that day, all I thought of was how terribly I miss you.

I was told that time heals all wounds,

what I´m living is that there´re scars that never heal,

and when I begin to think that they´re just scars,
I'm griped and shaken,

by a pain so intense

so terribly deep that

I'm knocked out by the sheer force of it.

I´ve grown stronger and wiser,

I´ve come to understand a lot,

I´ve been given a lot, and

I´m more like you in most of the things that made you who you were.
But, I still miss you terribly, Mum.

BE.

Be someone who listens, and you will be heard.

Be someone who cares, and you will be loved.

Be someone who gives, and you will be blessed.

Be someone who comforts, and you will know peace.

Be someone who genuinely seeks to understand, and you will be wise.

Be someone kind, someone considerate, and you will be admired.

Be someone who values truth, and you will be respected.

Be someone who takes action, and you will move life forward.

Be someone who lifts others higher, and your life will be rich.

Be someone filled with gratitude, and there will be no end to the things for which you'll be thankful.

Be someone who lives with joy, with purpose, as your own light brightly shines.

Be, in every moment, the special someone you are truly meant to be.
- Ralph Marston

Breathe, live and love.

Why do you think you´ve got to prove yourself...?
What makes you think that you´ve got a point to make...?
Who said that you are not enough...?

Really, the more you try, the harder it becomes. 

Being yourself is the key word. 
Be authentic.
Be real.
Being open helps, but above all manifesting love in all its ramification is the only way that you get and hold the attention of the world.

Really, your life will definitely be better when you understand that there´re two sides to every coin,
Your world will definitely be better when you understand that it´s not always about you,
Your work will bear more fruit when you comprehend that a seed until it is sown can not bear fruit.
Your people will most definitely be better if you stop and think before you open your big mouth, before you let that first angry thought rush out to erode everything that has been put in place to make you better and to help you make your world better.

So, today and every day for the rest of our lives,
Let us remember the foundations that stay.
Let us build on the things which will bear fruits.
Let us manifest love, in thoughts, in words and in deeds.

Love and loving makes it brighter. 

Let your heart and your words breathe, 
Let your heart and your words live.
And let them love.

That´s Faith.

Someone suddenly tells you, “Your naivete is what I love the most about you”, it makes you stop and think. Especially when you’ve been, of late, also described as strong, brave and daring, thus a world-wise thirty-something sophisticated, right at home in a generation that thinks cynicism is chic.
So I’m naïve.
I know that everyone I meet is superior in some way, and in that I can learn from them.
I believe in daring to reach for a heaven far beyond your grasp; doing your part to assuage wounds wrought by many lifetimes of strife and knowing that it will take double that number of lifetimes to completely heal.
I believe that life is absolutely beautiful, no matter what one has to go through, and that the beauty of life is not measured by how happy I am, but on how happy others can be because of me.
Very few things threaten me. I can look every bully in the eye and I know I will not flinch. Probably more the result of the brashness of youth than the wisdom of years. I think when I get to claim the wisdom of years, no bully can come close to me or my own.
I think the best kind of job is not the job that gets you a fat paycheck or gives you generous car plan. It’s the job that makes you sleep well at night and eager to get up the next day, but if it comes with a fat paycheck and the car plan -, well, don´t expect me to say no.
I believe that the fire in my belly can quell the butterflies in my tummy, and that my phantoms are no match for my passions.
I believe in love, purely and utterly: keeping it when you find it, allowing yourself to be swept off your feet by the violence of its current but at the same time rocked to gentle sleep in the constancy of its embrace.
I believe in the certainty and constancy of my friendships.
I believe I’m fabulous and beautiful, and if you don’t agree with me, that’s because you’re wrong.
I certainly believe in a Higher Being that holds everything together, and lovingly allows us to find that glint of light amidst wars and hunger and cancer and injustice and oppression —- But then, that’s not naivete anymore. That’s faith.

My medals.

a gold medal,
for being naive,
for being childish,
for smiling,
for laughing,

in another age,
another life,
medals,
for being brave,
for being strong,
for defending,
for giving,

for being me,
with no effort,
I get gold medals.

tomorrow,
when I´m old,
and withered,
bent,
and toothless,
with no strenght left,
grumpy,
spent,
and demanding...

what will be mine
when all my medals
find another.

In the hospital again...

In the midst of all the confusion,
the uncertainty of tomorrow,
the certainty of today,
the assurance of the many blessings recieved,
the expectations of all that tomorrow hold,
the mixed feelings that always accompanies
memories of the past.

In the midst of all the voices,
the uncertainty of societal norms,
the certainty of right and wrong,
the misinterpretation of conventional behaviour,
the misplacement of loyalties and priorities,
In the midst of it all,
I see a haven in those eyes.

My life is my art.

I´m an artist.
My life is my art,
a web of complex contradictions,
a string of simple intersections,
I´m an enigma,
with a sweet distinctive stigma.
Heartily, I live the art
that is my life.

Ramblings from my hospital bed.

Head on the pillow,
looking out the window,
seeing the high rises,
gazing at the city lights,
from the rising of the sun,
to the setting of the sun .

In between-
as seconds ticks by,
Every minute reveals
a different truth,
Every hour tells
a different story.

The intensity of the sun,
the diversity of its scorch,
the look on peoples faces,
the spring in their steps.

Each day, a new story,
not always with a happy ending,
but always a different story.

My Person.

My person is not a little hard core
inside of me,
a little fully formed statue,
that is permanent and fixed,
brittle and rigid,
unchangeable and sore.

My person rather implies,
a dynamic process,
a flexible course,
a steady increase.

In other words,
if you knew me yesterday,
please do not think
that it´s the same person
that you´re meeting today.

I´ve experienced
more of life
in each yesterday,
I´ve encountered
new depths
in those I love,
I've achieved
acceptance
of what I have,
I've quieted 
many storms,
I've threaded
rocky paths,
I´ve uncovered
both troubled waters and 
calm ponds,
I´ve discovered
fresh strenghts,
in who I am.
I´ve fallen
I´ve risen
I´ve cried
I´ve laughed
I've prayed
And I´m different.

Approach me then,
with a sense of wonder,
take a pause,
study my face, my hand,
my voice, my person,
for signs of change.
For it´s certain,
that I´ve changed.

I could have told you one more time.

I could have told you,
just once more,
how much I love you,
I could have told you,
once more,
what joys you brought,
what lessons you taught,
what inspirations you built.

But you left,
too soon,
abruptly,

It wasn´t enough,
the times I told you...
I could´ve said it,
one more time,
how much I still love you.
Mum, I could have told you
a lot more!