tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24739741286137116312024-02-20T10:31:45.446-06:00the vault is unlocked...the improper musings of a slightly deranged and entirely hysterical genius... a modest geniusLatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-81939188793884334912014-07-16T07:07:00.001-05:002014-07-16T07:07:57.724-05:00a songi <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">see a light ... split a thousand </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> different ways</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">a child who bows his </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> head when he prays ...</span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">taking everything for</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> granted</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">we forget what we didn't have</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">until one wanders off</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">to find themselves...</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">and here we are alone</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">take me back</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">to my simple faith</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">may i never leave</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> again</font></div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-64191324215139330002014-02-21T15:56:00.001-06:002020-06-13T20:07:53.215-05:00i was looking back...<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
</span><br />
<ul>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">i see what i've done here</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and it's all so very interesting</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">another loop around this cosmos</span></li>
</ul>
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">this time, through a rainbow filter</span><br />
<ul>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">i love this one the most</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">textures everywhere.... colors</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> lights</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> sounds</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">i feel so very different this time... everything does... an interdimensional clicking into place</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">communicating with planets and comets and stars</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Saturn threw me a ring and said</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"this trajectory worked for me! try it on for size!"</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and now i rock this hoop.... but instead of pulling back... i am flying forward</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> with you</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> again</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and triangles are cosmic pyramids</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and circles are distant planets</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">my hoop is Saturn's ring</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">reminding me that i am always surrounded</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">as are you</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> as are we</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> as is each of us</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">the fabric of our universe is much deeper than i remembered</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"i was looking back to see if you were looking back at me to see me looking back at you" - massive attack</span></li>
</ul>
LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-29214758678107258482013-12-26T16:44:00.000-06:002013-12-26T16:44:37.721-06:00flashbacki am in a city like Calais... there are cobblestones and the maidens dresses, like the one i am wearing... have layers and layers and layers...<br />
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and as i am being dragged i refuse to walk and i refuse to give anyone an iota of pleasure... hate and judgment and the culmination of many men's fears will be dissolved once this happens... i will be executed and i am being dragged through the streets of calais and i smell piss and shit and sweat and semen and it is disgusting and my soul is my own and it will never be anyone else's.... my indignance infuriates the man dragging me and he roughens his grip on the rope he is dragging me with and shoots a look at me like he will kick me but he keeps on going... and as i am dragged to the guillotine the man in the black mask lifts the cloth over his face to get a better look at me and i clear my throat before i spit in his face knowing this is the last memory of this lifetime.<br />
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as i watch this, i feel an intense sense of pride in my dreamworld because there is nothing accomplished by my head being removed. i am here for truth and to express truth. it is what i do and it will not stay in. there is no need for it to stay in ... every time i ever feared expressing the truth has all led up to now and here and the only reason i am here is because there is nothing to fear BUT FEAR. and it is time for the truth to pour out. there will be no squelching it<br />
<br />
when enough people are speaking their own personal experience of truth while living the truth and being the truth we will all create a symphony of truth and our planet feels this coming and it is so beautiful. so very beautiful. we are the world changers. we are the world changers. just keep writing. be here now. just keep writing. be here now.LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-57477929940530185752013-12-26T16:41:00.001-06:002013-12-26T16:41:54.753-06:00light becomes words... session 2so Rachael...<br />
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she giggles at my frenetic response and i feel that she can tell. and she can. and i will tell you about Rachael. how she somehow arrived and it was all meant to be and how there is no amount of squeezing on this earth that could express the undying love i have for her. anyway. who cares about squeezing. for some reason i feel like squeezing means you really mean it.<br />
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i am now here to tell you of how it came to be. the breach. the birth. the rebirth. where i am now. how i can tap in. how we are all always tapped in even if we are plugging our fingers in our ears and screaming LALALALLALALAALALAL<br />
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because the truth penetrates the ALL ... and god=truth ... there is no need for names or dogma or really anything if we are being here now... this need for classification and labels may have served someone at some time but it serves no one right here right now for me<br />
<br />
what matters is that i just saw a homeless man on his knees on the sidewalk as i was driving. i thought he lost something but truly just intense curiosity overcame me and i had to slow to a crawl and see he was just running his fingers over the grass oh so lightly... just letting it tickle the underside of his fingers and palms and barely touching it enough to really get the grass between his fingers but to feel the lovely 66 degree temperature that feels so much more dense on the blades of grass and how they feel like god is kissing you with each touch of nature and i just had to drive past him because i was worried that I would make him feel self-conscious and really who the f*ck cares because it was so beautiful and i just could have stopped my car and wept and hugged this man but i didn't want to interrupt his moment with the grass and really this is all so intense and intensely surreal that i just couldn't stop thinking "i wish that was me" ... and now... booming from within... so deep within... from underneath my deepest depths of Self... i know YES.. HE IS ME. I AM HIM. I feel the grass and it is so beautiful and it caresses me in understanding... and i know the grass is reaching for his fingers as he is reaching for the grass and the universe is showing this to quantum physicists in labs but the universe is REALLY showing this to a precious man without a home but who is so very home on his knees on the sidewalk worshipping being here now. i know he understands. and because he understands, i understand and it is so beautiful i could weep. but there is no time to weep now because there has been no time to write. and now is time to write.<br />
<br />
just start writing. be here now. just start writing. be here now. just start writing.<br />
no judgment. no hesitation. no anxiety. no worry. only this. only you. only me. we are the same.LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-62967685315954480342013-12-26T16:38:00.001-06:002013-12-26T16:39:55.052-06:00I become a conduit and light shoots through my hands and i begin to type.... Session 1<div>
12-8-12</div>
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be here now. just start writing. be here now. just start writing.</div>
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so i have this idea that i already know exactly what i should write and it will all pour out of me and i know this is true. the divine essence that is all of us is begging to express itself. begging. pleading... aching for expression. so Rachael....</div>
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who is Rachael? Rachael is....</div>
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my mother, my grandmother, my sister, my cousin, Isaac's wife, she is a shimmering ray of light from the diamond we are all part of the diamond couldn't exist without Rachael... that is impossible. how to write this? she is a ray of light shining in my eyes from a ring on the hand of god... yet she is god completely. she giggles like a child and she knows like a sage. she understands like a father and soothes like a mother.</div>
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Rachael knows the stars... she reads them... none of us will ever know all but she KNOWS ALL. you know THE all. She knows that. and she helps me see the part of me that knows ALL. and ALL will no longer be stifled... I am now a vessel of all and this is why i am here... i have to tell you my journey and how i got here and what happened and how now and here everything is just perfection. it is all just a giant magnifying glass or a periscope or a reflection in a pool or a vision in a crystal ball and it's why i am here.</div>
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and you may not know it but it's why you are here, too</div>
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this is the time... we are all in our places and the play is beginning. but there is no script... and it begins again now. and now. and everything is beautiful. the rain is beautiful because each drop of a cloud is still all cloud. and each drop of the ocean is still all ocean. and it's beautiful just because. because it IS.</div>
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there is no way to keep it in anymore. it won't be an option. i see a vision of the many armed hindu god... i have no idea the name but there are so many arms i can't count them right now, nor do i care to</div>
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these arms, in my mind, are all attached to the seven different chakras... i prefer the term energy centers for this. i know what the energy centers are in my body but i don't know them as chakras. ENOUGH. enough explaining. you are here because you understand or you want to understand or maybe because your guides just wanted you to SEE this and know that there is an outpouring of information that is available to each of us and all of us and this is what is happening now. exactly as it should. and as this information is pouring out of my hands and as these vibrating strings of light are pushing laptop keys in my backyard, i hear the song of crickets and a dog barking and a bird talking. i feel the trees supporting me and the water moving up from the earth into the trunk and into the branches and leaves and i feel the sun moving into the leaves and down the branches and through the trunk and down down down into the earth... into Gaia... and she is so grateful. .she is so grateful for the light in the roots and there is this beautiful song of communication that i just MISS if i'm worrying and i just MISS it if i'm anxious... but sitting here, now, in this chair in my backyard, i feel it all... i hear it... i sense the song... the song being played perfectly, flawlessly. there is a symphony. a constant symphony. and i know that's why music raises our frequency because it aligns us all and that vein of truth and beauty and harmonious frequency keeps all the mental chatter out. keeps the projection away. NO future. NO past... only symphony. only existence.</div>
LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-21131408047901934112013-12-10T11:53:00.001-06:002013-12-10T11:53:50.130-06:00dancing with the divinewhispers in the wind suggest magic<br>
beckoning me closer and closer<br>
i feel a tugging in a place so deep<br>
denying the seeker within is not an option<br><br>
in Ireland there are holy wells<br>
thin places<br>
between now and forever- a looking glass of sorts<br><br>
my holy well is calling<br>
hints of connection <br>
now shamelessly flirting with the infinite<br><br>
love pulses through my eyes and lips <br>
and fingertips<br>
i can feel it gushing through me in waves of light<br>
burning fear and incessant mindless thoughts<br>
forever exists in this very moment<br>
and fear is but a collapsable marionette<br>
of my own creation<br>
a phantom that never ceases <br>
to evaporate in the white light<br><br>
closer and closer<br>
my holy well is calling<br>
a thin place drawing me in<br><br>
yes, yes is my answer<br><br>
the universe is conspiring for my illumination<br><br><br>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-45247962690788694872013-12-10T11:47:00.001-06:002013-12-10T11:58:47.034-06:00little angels
little angels<br>
sent with tears<br>
each one causes me to dive<br>
must catch the feeling<br>
harness the wave<br>
ride it home<br>
where did you come from, little prince?<br>
may i shield you? protect you? <br>
keep you from harm? <br>
no... no, no...<br><br>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-92038790785079231832013-12-09T10:40:00.000-06:002013-12-09T10:45:30.820-06:00when the pressure is on you, start...I've been doing a lot of writing but I wasn't ready to share until now... So, here we go... prepare to take a cosmic journey down the rabbit hole of my mind
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...it's a safer place than most ;)LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-26880806458548045702013-12-09T10:36:00.001-06:002013-12-09T10:51:40.482-06:00fire and airthe gods of Olympus<br><br>
trembled at our fights<br><br>
lightning bolts flying, boomerangs of pain<br><br>
nothing is sacred ..... our hearts screamed<br><br><br>
maybe it isn't time yet<br><br><br>
the universe shuffled off... whistling Tchaikovsky, to be sure<br><br><br>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-18772203570036468872012-07-16T11:24:00.001-05:002012-07-16T11:25:12.862-05:00~~inspired by the ocean~~<br />
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like hermit crabs seek<br />
shells in which to be themselves<br />
travelers must go<br />
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<br />LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-11595892212625997942012-03-09T13:30:00.004-06:002016-04-21T11:39:21.146-05:00don't forget to breathe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
We finally arrive at Stazione Termini. Seven time zones, multiple flights, two absurdly long lines of earthlings later. The sound of matches
striking to create flame. The intoxicating rush of the smell of sulfur
followed by the nearly nauseating stench of ubiquitous tar. The sound of
relief and familiarity as people of all tribes and tongues engage their
cellphones to connect with loved ones and relay good news of safe
arrivals and meaningful, immediate travel plans, "I'm getting closer (to
you)."<br />
<br />
My feet instinctively launch across the street and the rest of me immediately dives backward to avoid getting hit. Rental cars, taxis, crotch rockets all remind me I am mortal. Two steps
forward; two steps back... Rome on wheels careening at breakneck speed to their destinations. You know,
this is Italia... live, love, enjoy... and really - don't live as if
you will be held accountable. A cautious life is not worth living.<br />
<br />
This town is
everything. Love. Sex. Sensuality. History. Nostalgia. Politics. Mafia. People arriving for the first time. People leaving for the last time. Nothing in your past or future matters. Get caught up or get swept away. Just let it happen. Don't deny Roma what she wants from you. She can be a hateful bitch.<br />
<br />
The Connection. When you arrive in Rome you search everyone's eyes. "Do you
have what I came here for?" You are looking for the answers to the
questions. The holy grail. I am here. The universe is with me.<br />
<br />
From the moment I first landed here, over ten years ago, I had the distinct feeling I was
being beckoned by a muse. A sensual, tantalizing force drawing me in,
"follow me." she said... in a way that left nothing to question.<br />
<br />
I remember this look. The way the little girl on the bus looks at me... she must be around ten. I was that little girl once. She wants to
know my story. She speaks to her gypsy mother... knowing her future is
uncertain and asking her mother what she thinks of me: what kind of life do I lead? do I have a dog or a cat or a dream or a family? . Knowing in fifteen years she could just as easily be a young woman on a bus in the U.S. looking at a 10-year-old girl thinking of this
exact moment.<br />
<br />
I remember Piazza Navona. New love, old love. Worn out artists.
restaurants, servers, hustle, bustle, digital cameras everywhere... but mostly
just creative souls begging you for $20 to give you something so
invaluable you might sell your soul to keep it forever. If you were to
be mummified, nothing would be closer to your corpse than this keepsake. Rome burns itself into you... branding you in a way that only means
anything to you, specifically.<br />
<br />
The magic of the city can only be realized when in complete, complex relation to its ancient
wonder. Walking down a cobblestone street in high heels, past
bookstores and families and gelaterias. Seeing natives and knowing that
they aren't distracted by the vivid sensationalism of the lotus blossom that is Rome. So
new (but not at all). Everchanging... yet steadfast. This town will always be here for
me. and you... just give her a chance. She can be everything you need
her to be. An old man clutches his chest as I walk by, "...Mam-ma Mia!" I have to give him a beaming smile and a piece of my heart.<br />
<br />
The city that never sleeps... is that New York? Rome may sleep... but she
dreams so loudly you can't help but fall down the rabbit hole. She is
strong, sexy, alluring. She knows why you came here even if you don't.<br />
<br />
Roma. Roma. Roma... this place has something nowhere else does. You will
find alleys, hills, nooks, crannies and staircases all leading to
places you will remember vividly from your deathbed. You will chase multiple versions of yourself in dizzying circles while your soul marinates in her pulsing radiance.<br />
<br />
What kind of destination can be such a journey in and of itself that one
never feels he or she ever truly arrived? I stayed there for three
days... then six weeks... conversing with students, bus drivers, old
widowed Swiss tourists - everyone so eager to connect. we all know she
called us. from a dream. from a thought. from a past life. from a
memory. she beckoned and we knew we couldn't say no. What kind of
destination can be such a journey that one never feels he or she ever
truly departed? Do i have enough soul to leave such a chunk of it with
curvaceous, passionate, unquenchable Rome? Do I have a choice?<br />
<br />
To ride the bus is to be a local for a moment. Smelling yesterday's work
on today's clothes is just as intoxicating as the city itself. pure
humanity, experience, sweat, lust, life... knowing what it smells like
on the human body to create dinner, then breakfast, then lunch, time and
again for those you love so fiercely your embraces leave bruises.<br />
<br />
What is life? is it not the intensity of connection and passionate
discourse? flirtation, jealousy and passion? Rome is not a melancholy
lover... she is instense and demands much.<br />
<br />
rome- there are meaningful coincidences to occur and alleys and bus rides with your eternal identity etched all over them.<br />
<br />
stepping out of Stazione Termini, the smell of exhaust, tar and
sulphur... i smell hope and anticipation. i feel experiences that i
haven't had yet. I see dreamers, lovers, vendors and wanderers that
can't help but be here. right here. right now. i am among them. i am
human. we have everything in common. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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<br />
"How was Italy?" you asked.<br />
<br />
"it was Italy...." i respond... and for the next ten minutes, i do you
no justice as a conversation partner. I am transported to a different
time and place where random strangers can relate but you can't. i loved,
they loved, Rome loved.... but it was a fickle, fleeting infatuation
that would be gone just as quickly as it came. I will hold on to the
smell of her hair, her perfume.... her city stench forever. knowing if i
could get another chance i don't think i could leave.<br />
<br />
my intense desire for rome<br />
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<br />
i hear a whisper in my ear, a spiritual giggle and my muse skips around
the corner... for the first time i encounter the wind. face to face.
fountains, wind, stone... and solitude. i think of whoever was
commissioned to make this wind. his cheeks full of air, lips pursed,
eyes playful and full of sparkle... threatening to nonchalantly blow
your life wherever he pleases... because what can you do to stop him?<br />
<br />
i cross the street to visit the next wind... he looks more fierce but
still well-meaning... the water coming out of his mouth reminds me of
what i used to love to do in the bath as a child. for some reason having
bathwater in my mouth grosses me out now.... that really must change. i
can't afford to be an elitist.<br />
<br />
i walk miles and miles... thinking how familiar everything looks. I know
i'm getting closer to the Tiber. i will never forget the tale of the
river running red with blood when rome was conquered. when i cross the
river i hold my breath and try to drown out the pleas of the dead... so
rich and velvety are their souls and screams... the river is still
macabre and bloody no matter what color it is now<br />
<br />
across the tiber -- "trastevere" -- rome gives a sigh of relief... kicks
off her high heels and relaxes. the real romans are here. you don't
have to know a lick of English and people are engaging. it's just past
dusk and there is a luminosity to the air that constantly has you
reaching for your camera and then reconsidering. leave it. memorize
every detail. it is written on your soul.<br />
<br />
------<br />
<br />
this time around i am back as an adult... I am not agoraphobic in the slightest while in italy. i
love blending. like a drop of water in a pond. the organic quality of
the marketplace is so vibrant, individualistic and yet sharing...
begging to trade, everyone yelling and screaming and things escalate...
anger, lust, passion, not wanting to be ripped off, hoping you can rip
somebody off... never knowing how much you will arrive or leave with. some don't appreciate the crowds
quite like i do. and to watch them from the outside you are almost
afraid to join in. a mosh pit of pickpockets and body odor.. bad breath
and people needing showers. fresh flowers, fresh fish, and homelessness.<br />
<br />
its a beautiful picture. a crowded sidewalk. the spectrum of beauty is
amazing. a young girl with a white, grecian tunic makes you think of
those that are worshipped on mount olympus and why. its the kind of
beauty you can't envy. you want to fiercely protect this girl and love
her. worship her in her purity and innocence. </div>
LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-16491763605556384992012-01-24T15:18:00.002-06:002012-02-09T14:41:50.578-06:00unknown<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i was a butterfly once<br />
<br />
fragile but so strong, i knew how to dance<br />
<br />
i had sewn my eyes shut so i couldn't see what i should ever be afraid of<br />
<br />
couldn't fathom or anticipate my demise<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
without sight i could only feel joy<br />
<br />
only smell life, only taste love<br />
<br />
then someone whispered we are all decaying<br />
<br />
all thriving in our moments but trading our fiery essence<br />
<br />
we are burning into the night and into each day<br />
<br />
<br />
how peculiar this made things<br />
<br />
<br />
and then i knew the ripe smell of life was only because death approached<br />
<br />
and the taste of love so beautiful because it was tinged with tears of mourning<br />
<br />
the sensation of joy was outlined by vast emptiness that exaggerated pure happiness<br />
<br />
<br />
i mourn for my innocence<br />
<br />
give up myself<br />
<br />
to the river of dreams<br />
<br />
drift softly into the current<br />
<br />
and weep for my chrysalis<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-17676148309214933132012-01-24T08:36:00.001-06:002012-02-09T14:41:58.733-06:00Sustenance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
I died that day</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When I didn’t think I could make it</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I shifted gently from under my skin</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And felt the relief of a cool stream on a hot day</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of a shady spot in the desert</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of a friend after years of loneliness</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
An embrace in a sea of inanimate objects</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When they say the goal of life is “to die before you die”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I never knew what it meant</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Until the one who promised me </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To keep me away from siege</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To hold off storms </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Disappeared<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
</div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-87757255115713261912012-01-18T22:00:00.001-06:002012-01-19T08:39:06.432-06:00When you are a metaphor - an original<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you're a metaphor<br />
<br />
Toy with the suggestion <br />
The mere idea<br />
Of what could be<br />
<br />
The realm of possibility <br />
Is endless<br />
Breathe in and feel the magic<br />
<br />
There is only so much<br />
Future and memory <br />
That can exist in this moment<br />
<br />
Before it becomes hope<br />
And delusion<br />
Sad and contrived<br />
<br />
My life exists in seasons<br />
And fall is my own <br />
<br />
When the garden can no longer be my home<br />
Then thorns and briars remind me<br />
What is real<br />
<br />
A gentle guide that traces my path in the extreme boundaries of sensation <br />
<br />
When flying and fighting<br />
Are a gauge for living and breathing<br />
<br />
Meet me at the edge<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-65710220686134553822011-09-15T09:43:00.004-05:002011-09-15T09:51:00.399-05:00epiphany<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">it finally dawned on me</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">the answer</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and, like watching a film in reverse, it</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">made sense before</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">it ever happened...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and after it all</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">happened</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">we met... and we knew</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">(each other)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">it couldn't work...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">there was a reason</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">(there had to be)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">but then you asked</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and i answered</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and we were</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">truly</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">(godammit)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">tried to be</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">flying (we became a comet)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">elated~</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">the taste - we had</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">both promised</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">this would happen...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and we did</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"> deja vu</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"> echoing</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">lives past</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">words words words</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">countless strings of seaweed</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">in our sea - i resent them</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">every day</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">games and twisted</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">tongues and lies</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">i hate them all</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">before words</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">we were</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">perfect</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and we still are</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and I hum in my</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">silence, my eyes</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">shining, a million</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">broken hearts</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">were my own</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">i mourned for</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">every lost</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">possibility of us</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and now</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"> looking back</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif;">i see</span><br />
</div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-38066066547479551722011-09-01T13:36:00.001-05:002011-09-01T13:37:08.949-05:00the seeker<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoPlainText">feeling my way in the dark<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">not afraid but <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">...apprehensive <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">senses heightened <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">hyper <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">aware<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">i feel a heartbeat<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">i hear tormented screams <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">from behind doors<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">far away<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">yet feel safe somehow<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">as long as <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">i follow <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">the drum of the heart<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">we are all made of stars<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">cosmic dust whirling <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">pulsing with life<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">i love sensing <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">chemical reactions<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">i smell sweat and<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">the heat is tangible<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">running my fingers along the walls<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">i realize they are alive and breathing<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">oh.. i giggle to myself and feel my surroundings tremble in reply<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">it seems i've fallen down another rabbit hole<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div></div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-90086307812016455642011-09-01T11:08:00.005-05:002011-09-01T11:15:34.990-05:00fuego<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoPlainText">i was never able to resist<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">playing with fire<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">staring so deep<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">investigating oranges, yellows and blues<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">deeper and deeper<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">until you feel a disturbance in your whole field of view<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">you see back through time... <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">how fire kept man alive<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">something that commands respect<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">while it can warm you <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">it's relieving to know <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">i have no control<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">tie me up<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">throw me in<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText">watch me burn<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div></div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-49829740282783759702011-08-29T16:17:00.000-05:002011-09-02T10:53:29.197-05:00today, i am hurt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
my eyes have pounding pressure behind them<br />
waves of tears threatening to tell all my secrets<br />
<br />
i long for a pillow when i should turn and face the rain<br />
embrace the hurt, lick the tears<br />
feel their shape as they are birthed from my insides<br />
<br />
i want to hear them forming droplets from my growing blue and throbbing heart<br />
my body gives me away today<br />
<br />
make eye contact, stare deep down, see what you see<br />
what version of yourself is deep at my core?<br />
<br />
what pain is roaring in your ears begging for your immediate distraction?<br />
<br />
my ribs can't keep still, my chest heaves with alone, hollow echoing<br />
alone, alone, alone<br />
<br />
we live alone, we die alone, i owe it to myself to stay here now. who will be with me if i'm not?<br />
<br />
this poor little girl has suffered too long behind a holographic wall of false strength.. there is beauty in weakness<br />
<br />
just like the irises fall down after the rain, they often rise again, stronger, greener, and bursting with life in the morning<br />
<br />
i promise to never desert me again, whatever that means<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-90199045119907875622011-08-29T10:04:00.004-05:002011-08-29T10:07:04.587-05:00i aspire to be an amalgamation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoPlainText">which characters have YOU fallen for - give me 1 or 10<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">mine: <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">Tom Sawyer - one word - mischief<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">Queen Elizabeth I - jailed, red-headed, victorious- sharp-tongued and beautiful - <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">Daisy in The Great Gatsby - a tragedy i saw coming from a million miles away but couldn't help but love her<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">Einstein - everything i've ever read about him, though he's not a fictional character, he's someone that I can't stop reading about -- and i love his silly side-- seemed like a guy who wasn't terrified of acting like a child in a beautiful way<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">...and a freebie (by the same token)<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">Frank Lloyd Wright - his autobiography, and Loving Frank, everything i've ever read about him has made me consider the way things fit together in his brain<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br />
</div><div class="MsoPlainText">-- i read SO MUCH historical fiction about these "characters" that i can't help but feel that they are just as real to me as any character in a book. how interesting that to read about someone makes me feel like i know them so much more than having studied them in school<o:p></o:p></div></div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-77664255429124511162011-06-28T09:11:00.004-05:002011-07-20T13:06:33.898-05:00my sharona: a haiku<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">~*~*~*~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">true quantum physics</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">she wrote the song before birth</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">so glad she's my first</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">~*~*~*~</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><br />
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I've been to three appointments with a therapist... someone I would call an "existential therapist" if only because the reason I am there is because.... one coincidence after another, I found myself sitting in front of this man. I was terrified, rattled, and at the end of my rope. If only because I was THROUGH with starving. Starving spiritually, physically, emotionally. Knowing that if I didn't sit down in front of this person who I knew (because of how I came in contact with him) had a huge keyring and very real chance of unlocking some ridiculously fortified doors in my psyche, I would eventually ruin my own life subconsciously on purpose. Because ruining everything is a great way to start picking up the pieces.<br />
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I was scared. I knew this would mean flashing my naked, tender, raw, hurt, scarred underbelly to another human being. And then? Then... what was the worst thing that could happen? Could he reject me? Hate me? Use me? Ridicule me? Deceive me? Yes. Did I really think he would do any of those things? I didn't know and honestly, the fear of NOT FINDING OUT all of these things was a big part of what made me hurt. At some point, convincing people you are the happiest, healthiest person on the face of the planet gets tired. Played out. Worn like a pair of sneakers with your toes hanging out the front. MY LIFE, the longest play ever written, starring me, the most ridiculous actress ever. YES, life is great and funny and wonderful and YES, i am so very loved. But I'm through acting. I need to feel whatever shit I've been refusing to feel. So afraid to feel. So begins the next chapter of my blog: Dirty Laundry.</div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-44854435747764124982011-06-09T15:02:00.003-05:002011-06-09T15:08:36.643-05:00meaningless conversations worth having<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Just around that corner</div><div class="MsoNormal">There is a magical bend</div><div class="MsoNormal">The light fragments</div><div class="MsoNormal">And a prism frays in unending splendor</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Just over the horizon</div><div class="MsoNormal">A leprechaun child giggles </div><div class="MsoNormal">As he runs his fingers through the rainbow</div><div class="MsoNormal">And it tickles between his toes</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Just before you looked back</div><div class="MsoNormal">A muse whispered in your ear</div><div class="MsoNormal">Threw faerie dust over your shoulder </div><div class="MsoNormal">And spoke an incantation</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Just as you were created</div><div class="MsoNormal">The universe erupted in expectation</div><div class="MsoNormal">Knowing existence itself changed forever</div><div class="MsoNormal">I wonder what this divine light will look like </div><div class="MsoNormal">through the filter of a human body?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ah yes—it was spoken</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the higher and lower earth have been waiting</div><div class="MsoNormal">The glory of this lifetime</div><div class="MsoNormal">Waiting for the first chance </div><div class="MsoNormal">To praise you for taking the dive</div></div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-86611981081101011082011-04-21T10:34:00.005-05:002011-04-21T14:30:56.511-05:00an original poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal">I felt a warm ocean breeze and</div><div class="MsoNormal">A hammock called out to me<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">It breathed the oceans melody<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Tickled my neck as it beckoned me<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I couldn't resist<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The smell so loud<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">And the sound so delicious<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As I approached <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Ready to lay<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">And shift and absorb<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">And give this hammock form<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I saw something<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Upon each fiber<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">And it frightened me<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The hammock was created<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Entirely of time<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Each particle and each string<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Each knot and every twist<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There was never a question<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Before this beautiful life<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Whether I would take this ride<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>LatinaDianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420220288712534310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473974128613711631.post-27736185016864630052011-03-29T11:53:00.003-05:002011-04-21T14:28:03.743-05:00exhale (an original)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">I feel my heart where my head used to be<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My eyes are so full of caring I dare not blink<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can’t speak for fear of overflowing<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Like I’m carrying a full jug of saltwater<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Attached to every feeling I’ve ever felt<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">All of this love makes it hard to shuffle paper<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">All of this sentience permeating my skeleton like a dry washcloth<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dropped into a well<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Holding my breath until at last the tears subside<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the feelings flush from within me – like a storm <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Receding just before the dam bursts<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Please let this inner cleansing happen soon<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Denying my humanity is so much easier when not being forced to reckon with my body<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The divine blanket of the cosmos<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I want to wrap myself in love<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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