Rambling Roads 🏵

They say I disappear. I can be “Intimidating” Not just give you the cold shoulder, But can fucking freeze you out. You see, my default is rather feline. Though I yearn for companionship, I am quite content, satisfied and fulfilled being alone. And yet… Sometimes when I lift my eyes in your direction, the insatiable hunger of fire can suddenly flash and lap you up in its heat. It threatens to burn everything in its wake as my eyes dance over you like a cat toying with its prey. So I try to spare you, try to keep my energy contained. But I admit at times it escapes in a moment of carelessness and flickers like flame. Sometimes I get so tired of holding this raging passion under my skin, that when I think I’ve met a worthy match, I long to let her out to play. But please don’t be fooled by my flirtatious dance. Know that I will never let you own me. So don’t try to bridle me, or put me in any fucking stall. ...

Is there power in a word?   Could it hold the power of creation? Do we speak our way into existence?   The Christians say: In the beginning was the word and the word was GOD.   Toltec shamans say: Be impeccable with your word.   Because it’s how we define our world.   How we define ourselves.   If so, we should be careful with the labels we use.   Careful about the stories we tell, of ourselves and others.   For our mouths can heal or maim. Be magical incantations or angry weapons.   Which do we choose?   I’ve often wondered why we knock each other down rather than build each other up. My son laughs at me when I ask why there aren’t video games of how many people you help and inspire rather than how many you can shoot and kill? But really, why pay homage to the hatred, give our attention to the fear eating our world? And why do we want to lend our words to those of the oppressor...

The wind is singing to me, sacred and sweet. I keep thinking I will wake, and find myself dreaming. But instead, you reach out your hand, silently reminding me to take another leap. With each step, walls tremble. Shatter into a thousand reflections. Leaving nothing but turquoise sky. I’m dizzy from the freedom I was trained never to see. Reclaim my birthright. Sing a liberation song. Not some misguided homage to an arbitrary nation or religion, but to the simple miracle of being alive. Breath, the great equalizer. Air shared and mingling, roots intertwined. Open palms stretch to the heavens. Choose me.   Choose life.   Choose wings. When I do, You are there. Eyes, a burning fire. Blazing through illusions, strata accumulated over millennia, and blown away like loose sand. My body is kindling, offered to an open flame. We walk on water. Dive through air. Laugh through solid rock. Because we do not hold o...

I know I am supposed to be your teacher And when I was a kid that meant a thick wall divided us El río profundo para nunca cruzar But in 10 years it is you who have molded me . Chipped away at that muro With laughter and amor Questions and creativity Mischief and mistakes. You push me to define myself. To set my boundaries but also to learn to bend. Sending down my roots deep beneath the surface of what you see. Challenging me to expand, to make myself large, to embrace you in your myriad of forms. You who have faced death, disappointment and loss and yet persevered. You who take risks, left it all on the field, the stage, the test. You who hesitate and poke at the world we pass down. You inspire me to stretch my branches tall and wide. To shield you with a protective shade so you can grow strong enough to endure the heat beyond these walls.