Some of my poems

Warriors’ Freedom

What we are supposed to do

- I do not

What we are not expected to

- I do

Wherever we are steered to go

- I stay

Whenever we are told to stay

- I go

When our attention is drawn to the right

- I choose the wrong

When the masses are herded one direction

- I choose another

not out of the need to be different

rather lonely looking for truths

far from sight unnoticed I stalk

beyond the comfort zone

shall I cross until  I understand
what kind of force controls my mind
who is behind drawing the circumscrib
what poisionious inheritance
confines the circumference
confiscating uncharted land

where truth resides dismantled and plain
obvious for those courageous enough to sustain
uncomfortable answers to the question why

will I go while the rest stays in place
towards my freedom of expression
the freedom to be the magnitude of who I am
- to do what excites me
- to go where I rather be
roving infinitive ways
stalking shadowy trace
farther to expand

into arrows of light
might get thee dark ones hence
transformed into multicolored rays
of impeccable action and intent
fearlessly brave
touching any enemy I see
as unfaced shadows eager to be free
knowing any enemy to be
unknown portions of me

Divine is my mother

Purpose of restorement

is now unfolding

present in every

human mind

minor steps

of human kind

please your selfs

restore thy hearts

body-wise

I am forever

intact

well intentioned

ideas explored

Restless hearts

I am intact

body-wise

Replace your trust

in my purpose

everything

is in a state of becoming

Yet

I am that I am

forever

everywhere

Your mother I am fine

Rediscover Earth

as a safe and

splendid place

Recollect your

memories again

Re-member

I am fine

Honor  your body

as a divine place

to dwell in a

living temple

and thereby

honor me

Those of you

who are in alignment

with enlightment

will be safe

those of you

who change

will stay

and those who aren't

willing

to make that move

will go

I assure you

there will be oppurtunities

for all

to make

necessary arrangements

listen carefully

I am your mother

I am fine

It is time

for rejuval

retreaval is now

beginning to show

its presence in

every human mind

this kind

of oppurtunity so long

awaited

is here

it is time

to let go

for those

unwilling to change

I will stir my waters

I will shake my bones

I will send my voice

I will throw my thunder

unleash my purpose

of renewed honor

will I embrace

those of you

who choosed to stay

will a promise

of restored youth

and dignity

as my children

never to be harmed

or left behind

is the kind

of change

so long

awaited

as your mother

I am fine

My True Nature

Whatever you think I am

- I am more

Your incapability of receiving

more of who I am

reflects your limitations

- not mine

Whoever you think I am

- I am less

Your capability of dressing

me in layers of clothings

mirrors your prejudices

- not mine

When my light is hidden

you cannot see me

no matter how many flashlights

beaming my direction

- my beauty is invisible

I will remain undetected

I am the wind above

I am the mud below

I am the fire within

I am the water beyond

I am the love behind

In order to discover my abundance

my excuberent beauty

a complete self recognition is necessary

a new interpretation

of true selfhood is required

because

You cannot hear my voice

by listening with your ears only

while the rest of the body is numb

You cannot discover my scent

by smelling with your nose only

while your heart is closed

You cannot see my true nature

by looking with your eyes only

while the soul is not at home

You cannot touch my body

unless you feel 

safe enough to merge

You cannot understand my expressions

unless you love

yourself enough to identify

You cannot follow me

unless you trust

your identity enough

to set your spirit free

because I am

a queen with no name

a king with no crown

a nation without borders

I am the celebration of grace,

the creation of beauty,

the ever expanding field of beingness,

I am the fire of all, the love for every.

Beloved Son

What wondrous calculation,

what spectacular administration

within the cosmic mind,

brought you and me together

so precisely in the fabrics of time

how long did we have to wait

until both of us were ready to leave

our concluded tasks and locations

for yet another conjunction,

until the coordination points

of traversing line

called one another,

what kind of correspondance

preceeded such incline

what well-chosen dictation were at hand

able to pinpoint this tiny fleeting moment

on the frequency band,

this master plan of idea construction,

indeed and undoubtebly divine,

of sensational living

through the seasons of earthly land

This I wonder, beloved son,

as we share this precious ordinary living,

all  days, and I, on rare occasions

are permitted to look into

your eyes and have a glimpse

of your private universe, reflecting

portions of you are

all ways, some place else

where I do not belong

your present corporeal expression

is but a fraction of your greater self

how grateful I am to have been granted

the honor of being your mother,

this time. We are here.