Posts Tagged ‘Love’

hazy like the heart

Hazy like the Heart

Escucha me, escucha me
Si el hecho de mi esta en mi al corazón
Dime porqué, dime porqué
De tal amor dentro a mi corazón

Yo voy caminando
a la montaña donde naci

No puedo vivir
A la noche del camino ir
Al del cielo
Yo miraba una estrella
No puedo vivir
Al lado del camino ir
Que no vivo
Pasa el tiempo

Listen to me, listen to me
If it is real, it’s inside my heart
Tell me why, tell me why
There is love like this, inside my heart

I’m walking to
the mountain where I was born
I can’t live
Going to the road night
To the sky
I was looking at one star
I can’t live
Walking aside the road
I don’t live
Time is passing


The heart wants what it wants despite the facts of reality.  My dreams are ladden with visions of something I cannot and probably should not have.  Acceptance comes slowly.

Away from the city sounds. I wash my soul with the ocean waves watching them cliffside from the back yard.  On the edge of the precipice I watch the hawks rise and float on the wind, closing my eyes to feel the wind too.

The city beckons and calls, my oasis near  the water gives me the caress I long for……



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Visions of SF

Visions of SF


In the cloak of night I drove through the streets of San Francisco.  A friend, a lover, the city speaks to me in so many languages.  I hear her call to me in my dreams.

I saw a band June 6 night. I did not know what to expect and I was left breathless.  Once more the city delivered.  Trumpet call, bass rhythm, the keys dancing.  Heartbeat of the drums and pure soulful cries while blowing into the harmonica.

It’s been a long time since my soul danced. Since I last saw the symphony.  Learning to differentiate sound as Beethoven continues to teach me.

In the music, I close my eyes and fly…. Fly on the wings of the sounds and soar above the city and the sea.

And I am reminded of the poem that spoke to me Friday night:

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air –
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography –
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

Pablo Neruda

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UnRequited Hearts


I am completely enamored with the city.  I adore the architecture, the views of the ocean, the blush of flora and fauna, a different type of jungle. The ocean satisfies my soul and the opposing city satisfies my sense of accomplishment and learning.

My heart is torn and is rebuilt within the laughter of a three year old child. I know my decisions are bound by the greater good, though it doesn’t make the decision easier in the short term.

Life and love is transitory, but we are all in the same boat. I try to remember that compassionate acts neutralize sadness. It works, it really does. 

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I face the churning sea and know I am looking into the mirror of my soul.  Volatile and simmering with possibility.  I can feel the power in the moist air, droplets of mist cover me. MAYA, and her veil of illusion keep me tied to hope.  I keep coming back, yet each time my armour is pierced and I live with the scars.  The Earth is a beautiful and terrifying place.  Wars are waged and people are dying all over Her offering searching for freedom and truth.

I live in the United States of America, and despite any quarrels Americans have with their government, we are so very lucky, so very lucky.

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