From the dust and soil

I connect to myself
through the spiral of trust
running from my toes
towards to my third eye
this eye
can see and hear
when the sand makes a movement and let it resonate
in my left hemisphere

I love the mouth
that tells a story
I have been hidden too long
because my tongue was twisted
and my tongue was scared
to express the soul

therefore I am a music
I am moving the ground
painting crazy pictures
when nobody misses me
like the ground I came from
like the soil and dust
soon I will come from the sky,
gently love you,
my unborn child.

When will you get tired?

What has been there?
Out, in the sky? Highness possessed
by virtuosity!
Clear picture it's a deeper meaning,
where the soul penetrates into
the harmony...

What has been there?
Oh my sweet wisdom! How I praised
you, placed you on the pedestal,
just to end up by eating dust
and furthermore:

here one stands in his objection,
vision of forgiveness and the truth.
A woman that has chosen to stand
on the top of the hill and never fly !
Shame on those who hate themselves,
who cared when the survival mattered?

Thus sky was getting darker, the coat she wore purple,
and mind was getting wiser,
wiser and older,
grew apart of being just a human,
transcendent in his own being

in the light, even when is dark:

freedom is the will of my soul,
and my soul is the will of the God.

The highness

I locked the pain inside of the body,
to transcendent,
alternate in wisdom.

I filled the jar with suffering water,
that needs to be drunk with peace
of Socrates.

The walls are mirroring my face,
my twin, The Lion,
straightening my shoulders,
healing my own skin.

I put my skull into the vase, art deco
of an empty space
where my bed remains without a sin

so I'll stop by to say thank you God,
even there is nothing to be thankful for.