Thursday, March 3, 2016

3

Vivir a flor de piel
ha resultado
en muchas heridas.
Sin embargo, amor,
¿Quién no quisiera ser flor?
Amanecer cada mañana
en el abrazo del sol,
vivir dando dulzura a los demás,
muriendo y regresando al matriz
de la madre de todos.
He sobrevivido mil cicatrices,
y como la flores

me hago más bella con cada una

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

2

I know I am a giving, loving, vibrant!, likes routines but can also spend all day reading in a hammock , loves community, loves surprise trips, loves the outdoors, cries easily and laughs just as easily and just as hard, loves animals, admires trees, savors fruits and veggies, expresses love through cooking, would rather walk/bike than drive, is excellent at swimming, poet-and-I-still-don't-know-it, wish-I-had-more-time-to-paint painter, silly, often self-defeating, has a heart that holds the whole world and its joy and suffering, at peace, living simply in the capital of opulence, skin the color of the desert sand and hair the color of mountains, likes avocados and avo-cuddles, wish I could fly, prone to eat too much chocolate, loyal to her family and friends, had a spiritual transformation sitting on a stump at the edge of a volcano lake, doodles and day-dreams a lot, is and holds multitudes of spirit person


and if this isn't enough, I don't think I want to be anything else, unless it means I grow up toward the sun even more