may we find

that silent place in our mind

as we leave

another year behind

may we find

freedom in our life

while connected

navigating strife

may we find love

a different kind of love

one that makes us feel truly alive

beautiful like the stars above

and may we find peace

that bridges our differences and brings us together

life is so precious

may i remember to make every moment matter

HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEACE!

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stay

or leave

take the easy path

or believe

after angst

there can be magic

not a sin

to sometimes abandon logic

the night patiently waits

for the stars

the spring is wise to know

winter will pass

the mighty mountains

embrace the warm sun on its cold chest

i hear you whisper

let us meet and figure out the rest

let life unfold

one beautiful chapter after chapter

believe in us

in a forever and after

i am happy to be a barroco

for when i am with you

you always perfect me

to my life add another hue

each scar has its home now

no need to hide

for you look beyond my skin

to the unseen beauty inside

this is what it must feel like

to keep running from me

find me in you

finally be free

if I could be a thing

i want to be a houseboat

one that takes dreamers across the water

and collects many a golden mote

as the midnight laughter

drowns in the high tide

and secrets mingle

with the breeze of the sea side

i will sail on

try to catch the early morning sun

i want to be there 

if… you do come

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i chased freedom

freedom chased me

in the midst of it all

the other we did not see

i realize freedom is in me

in the seed is the tree

kindness can come from strangers 

across the sea

i have stopped chasing freedom

freedom has stopped chasing me

i pause to see the white winter sun

listen to the black night sea

serendipity…if you hear me

make our paths cross

i want a chance to share

happiness and loss

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be the grass 

that cradles my feet

reads my silence

never asks to repeat

be the breeze

that slips between my fingers everyday

the gentle hand that touches me

when i get carried away

be the moon 

that never casts a shadow

won’t you tell me

where you’d like to go

let’s make a sweet memory

let go of all the gloom

when the world starts to fall asleep

and the jasmine starts to bloom

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i hear

in the lands of milk and honey

there will soon be 

a different kind of money

defi will defy

wealth will trickle

no change

without ripple

i listen to the friday morning jazz

sip my tea

in the search for someone

wonder if I will ever lose me

i polish the nickle 

and the dime

look around and realize

nothing is really mine

i close my eyes

tea is cold

the sun’s warm embrace

a gift better than gold

as the forests burn

and the skies turns gray

may I always remember what matters

…the gift of today

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you say

you are somewhat bored

the pandemic makes you

want to dash out of the door

i say

i feel somewhat zen

it is ok i don’t know

when the pandemic will end

you smile and look at me

your eyes convey a story

i close mine

pause my worry

love to just lie on the grass

so warm and green

share secrets

and some orange blossom ice cream

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you ask 

would i prefer gold or silver trinkets

i say

i’d love the wind’s anklets

the ones that make beautiful music 

as the sun rises 

the ones that make the dusk

a time for sweet surprises

you ask

would I prefer to talk or be silent today

i say

let’s take a walk along the english bay

where the glorious red sun 

gently sinks into the turquoise waters

you ask

and that’s all that really matters

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they ask me where i am really from

that is a good question i say

i ponder for a moment

my stillness goes astray

the waters are turbulent and brown

i search for answers in black and white

my wandering mind

wants to remember the one out of sight

i answer i don’t know where i am really from

that is interesting they say

they ponder for a moment

another lost connection in another day

we arrive and depart from the universe alike

me they you and more

why does it matter

where we are really from and where we go 

they ask me where i am really from

that is a good question i say

i ponder and decide

i will not let my stillness go astray

 

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