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Soul Verses

Sometimes in the silence of self-inquiry, verses come to me, which I quickly write down on my notes app. I've decided to add some of them here as well. If you would like to read some of my poetry in Spanish, click here.

The horse in the head

​

The mind

and its idiotic

gallop

gallop

gallop

 

if we could just

for a moment

hold the reins

of the rains

that reign

our silly

little

brains

Just be

​

We have all the answers

they are clouded

by layers of noise

they are waiting

within a silence absolute

for us to have the courage

to be still

to merely

be

U-turn

​

Take that pointing finger

and turn it towards yourself

not for guilt

not for shame

 

but with the will

to accept

that you live what you create

and there’s no one else

to blame

The observer

​

look at the anger

accept the anger

hold the anger

embrace the anger

 

look at the pain

accept the pain

hold the pain

embrace the pain

 

don’t confuse your Self with the anger

don’t believe you are the pain

 

once you can observe the ego

even if just for a second

then you are no longer the ego

and that is a victory of love

Not knowing

​

What blessed tragedy!

What unfortunate luck!

Oh yes!

we know nothing

about good or bad

in this grand cosmic tapestry

that is life

Ladybug

 

a golden ladybug

has reminded me

that the truth is always in the “I am”

 

like a gentle wizard

it slept on my nightstand

and was gone by dawn

 

leaving me

covered in the glowing certainty

that what has to be

just is

The trickster

 

this is not who

I AM

 

this tightness

this choking sensation

 

it is the ego

and its desperate attempt

to survive

 

clinging

grasping

 

refusing to drown

in awareness

 

frantically crawling

towards the eyes of the heart

to secure the blindfold

that keeps the Self

dormant

 

that keeps

it alive

Gratitude

 

the wooden beams have eyes

they watch me

while I lie

looking upwards

in awe

 

the sound of rain

is all-encompassing

 

none else exists

but the remaining minutes

of a day

when grace

gently disarmed fear

 

none else is left to say but

thank you

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