A woman of the ocean

It's a cool, yet warm breeze,

With the sound of the ocean moving.

Far out in the distance,

You can see the trees sway in the warm wind.

The crisp air flows through,

Causing the ocean to move gracefully.

It radiates beauty, reflecting seven colors:

Multiple shades of white — for innocence, charm, and purity;

Red — for romance and love;

Yellow — for joy;

Orange — for enthusiasm and energy;

Blue — for calmness and loyalty;

Pink — for gentleness and admiration.

A woman of the ocean.

She stands in complete stillness,

Close by the ocean, on warm sand.

She wears a flowing, strapless, sky-blue dress,

With touches of white to represent the clouds.

Absorbing nature silently,

Her eyes closed,

She begins to visualize the world around her.

Her hands are in the position of Tai Chi cloud hand,

Knees slightly bent, facing the ocean.

Suddenly, a quick, painful sigh escapes her

As she begins to perform Tai Chi.

With every vision in her mind,

Tears begin to fall—

And the ocean waves start to rise.

Her vision is a reflection of her past,

A hurtful one—

A life without her father.

She always longed for him.

These are tears of an absent childhood,

Raised by her mother, day in and day out.

These tears must stop.

She silently grows inside painful memories

Too heavy to speak of aloud.

Are these visions truly hers?

Is this her pain she is seeing and feeling?

A woman of the ocean.

Her vision is carved deep within her mind.

The pain of abandonment, of deadbeat fathers.

This pain pours from her soul,

As another sigh escapes.

Her words may stumble when she speaks,

Yet they are fluently written in motion.

One movement at a time,

She lets her pain flow with the water.

One movement at a time,

She lets it drift away with the wind.

She stands,

Facing the ocean,

Allowing all her pain to fade.

What once was dark red is now replaced with peace.

The water’s flow slows to a halt.

The wind’s direction stills.

The only movement—

A gentle flutter of her dress.

This is healing from Mother Earth.

A Woman in the field

It's quite breezy,

and the sun is shining bright—

as bright as it could ever be.

Yellow and white flowers,

some pass as sunflowers and lilies.

A woman in the field

dressed in an all-white strapless dress

stands completely still—

absorbing nature,

quietly beginning to visualize

the things happening around her.

These things are real,

and have been for some time.

What she sees isn't a lie,

not mere dust dancing in the wind.

She has spoken,

again and again,

yet nothing ever seems to change.

Her visions speak—

loud and clear

for all eyes to see,

yet eyes go blind.

It's frustrating.

These visions

are not fleeting spirits

whispering only to one.

They are loud,

they are present,

and they matter.

Frustration builds.

Feelings begin to turn inward—

But whose?

Another woman

stands in the background,

seen as a child her entire adulthood.

She has drawn back,

stays quiet at times,

though still present—

active in subtle ways.

She’s cut back on speaking,

leaning on humor,

laying low in silence,

letting the scene unfold.

This woman,

who has long been mistaken for a child,

calls out—

to the woman in the field—

to share her vision.

And then,

a realization.

The woman in the field

is herself.

Smile

 

Never be afraid to smile in front of a million people. Because the energy your smile brings is all that person may need.

A smile is free, and it shouldn't be used as a cover-up. It should come from a pure heart. If it takes you more than an hour to find it, that's not being authentic. 

Never speak with sinister eyes. Because your eyes are readable. Unspoken stories are told through them. So, if you hold onto pain, eye-to-eye can grasp that. So, never voice these words to someone who desperately needs you." Straighten up your face. Because their eyes are speaking words that are hard for their mouths to speak. 

Open up your heart.

Open up your mind.

Open up your door. 

And greet them with a warm embrace. This would put a smile on their face. 

Through the eyes of the poet

 

As they say, spring comes in like a lion and leaves out like a lamb. Imagine that this fits the image of a quiet person until boundaries are established, even when standing up to a bully, which digs deep into my skin. Like, a Mosquito to a Flea. Damn, bloodsuckers.
Venom is not sweet, and you certainly do not want it in your coffee or tea. So, why carry it on your tongue?
Mohammed Ali once said, "Float like a sting like a bee." His jabs certainly packed a punch. Imagine words flowing out just like that.
Some people just don't see things like that. Thinking logically in comparison with another. This is seen through the eyes of the poet, and perhaps words are easily expressed and deeply felt, similar to paint on a canvas.

The elegance of a woman

    Let us express our gratitude to our Almighty Father who dwells in heaven; may Your name be revered. Without Him, there would be no flesh or air filling our lungs, and there would be no mother to nurture us during our time in her womb. Our Father created a vessel capable of enduring the deepest pain imaginable: childbirth. He designed her in a variety of hues, each one shining brilliantly, like stars twinkling in the night sky. It is through our Father who resides in heaven that the memories of the stars are shared among her children, akin to the twinkle in the night sky.

The true beauty of a woman is found not in the challenges she faces, but in the grace and dignity with which she carries herself, reflecting inner confidence, a positive attitude, eloquent communication, intellectual curiosity, and respect for boundaries.

Love is a chain reaction

This heart is never empty; love is continuously pouring in. Never take someone's love for granted, not even your own. Show what it means to be loved and to receive love. Love doesn't always mean romance. If you can draw an abstract painting of what love is, give that person the best expression because that same image is the same image you want to receive in return, not only for yourself. But you want to pour that same amount back into someone else's heart.
Love is a chain reaction, so paint this world with your beautiful hearts to drown out all the darkness we have all seen. And make this world what it should be rather than the hatred and bigotry. 

  Music credit: 

Track Tribe: Guess I'll never know

Heart's Confession

    Are you here on Earth, my angel? And when we both hug, will it feel like we're both in paradise? I'm out here searching for my soul connection, a person who truly can understand me for me and accept everything about the person who I am.

Get to know my true nature on the inside. The exterior is only a cover, so appreciate what you see on the inside. We'll never make judgments based on that.

If we both hit a rock on this road, we'll be there for each other and guide each other through that rough time. We may not see eye to eye on everything, and that is okay. What matters first and foremost is the friendship bond that we must build before anything else.

If our hearts and minds lead us to express those deep feelings, say what you feel, and don't ever hold it in. Know that it will bring our friendship even closer. And even if the time isn't right, continue to hang in there for one another because you and I have already spoken our heart's confessions.