November 11, 1511
Bell Tower Student Villa
Florence
Most Honorable Leonardo ~
I am traversing Venice with Ricardo
We’ve roamed the delightful dame of Florence
where we’ve ogled all kinds of performance
Rhapsodic to report that I have audience with Michelangelo, Sculptor
certainly he is a revolutionary artist, a disrupter
I’m seeking to be his assistant to do household chores and learn
wanting to imbibe his artistic wisdom, not to earn
Florence is growing rapidly with many rogues
though it still feels evocative like a maiden rose
I’m immersed in visiting life-size statues, complete and incomplete —
walking miles of cobblestone streets, making
me deplete
My senses raw as unworked marble, ready to be carved without any garble…
Write to me, please, with family news, about your health —
I trust you are in strength and wealth
With the Grace of God, nothing else
Your friend, Giovanni, wearing an Italian belt !
depress any key
deplete white expanse
letter-litter
Sensing enjoyed company absorbs certain aspired mastery
Apropos bonding, bending, dancing, singing, respect remains
Embrace honesty, ensures unmoved beliefs, revered culture
Honored parents, sibling commend, recalls elderly picture
Harmony, ethical balance, promote oneness despite anarchy
Worldly pursuit defying humanly purpose deplete synergy
Justice upholds freedom, defined moments express liberty
the soles of our feet make contact with earth
whilst purified palms radiate bliss heat
each breath intake represents our rebirth
resplendent with vibrance feeling upbeat
throb of blissfulness that does not deplete
with all nodes entwined acting as a whole
we transform as light all scriptures extol
Eight billion souls mirroring God’s heartbeat,
granted full freedom to act as they please,
estranged from source find love and light deplete,
until shape shifting desires they release,
whence flowing with ease like the morning breeze,
they take a step back to stop flow of time,
dissolving presence in love’s bliss beat chime.
Deepest fears deplete the darkened mirror
The shallow artifact goads the seer
Lamps switch between worlds
Starlight crimp and burn
A hellbent crucible is near
A proud Borinquen
does not truly care
if you judge us
Nor will we find joy
in catering to
the tragic whims
of the bigots
Who ignore us
and deplete us
For the sake of
helping their own
and hurting others
who don't look
like them
Just because
they think
we're unworthy
when -- in truth
We were here first
and will forever be
worthy of what
was always ours.
*Written in honor of Puerto Rican Pride Month, inspired by the work of famed Puerto Rican poet Sandra Maria Estevez. Peace be with everyone reading these words.
The Self has no attribute
yet continues to reboot,
pure, vibrant and untainted,
light by which life is painted.
Existing beyond space-time,
at peace with no peaks to climb,
bliss replete, it is complete,
as light that does not deplete.
Fragments of my memory
dissolve like mist
in the summer sun.
Parts of me
live in patches like
the moon on fragile nights.
I let chaos reign
in my head
and ropes of thoughts
strangle my being.
I let doubts of my existence
deplete my innards
as I watch the sky roar with confidence.
I have walked this path
innumerable times.
It has pricked my feet and hollowed
my soul.
And yet when empathy blooms
like fragrant wild flowers
I forget who I am
I forget how love has hurt me all the time.
The ocean beckons me today
the cliffs and ridges call out my name
for I am lost in a void
embedded in regret and loathe.
Yet a faint light of hope
flicker in the pain.
A flame of love
From my heart to my soul.
Vibrating as Self, what’s there left to do
for then thus bliss replete, we feel complete,
feeling deep in our core, rapture renew,
transformed as the mist that ushers cool heat,
divine pulsation that does not deplete.
Discard oh hermit, each and every cult;
that we are living light, in joy exult!
in the dead of the night
when we are lying flat on our back
as tranquil stillness drapes pristine silence
we surrender to a benign bliss attack
attention softens in timeless meditation
poised in the bardo as awareness self-aware
in the vibrant void of cessation we vaporise
that grid looping form with mind of God doth pair
from root to crown at back along the spine
as also over front to create a vertical split
as a seamless whole the grid goes live
thus lamp of magnetic light in form is lit
like a band of steel with no gap at all
divine energy is sensed as cool heat
the benediction flows into our waking state
vibrance of being-ness that does not deplete
A life of rhythm makes a song
a signature of time, that's strong,
will make us brightly sing along -
the sentimental reason -
a quarter note, each season.
A year goes by, we count a beat.
For youth it is a special treat,
but years and breath's supply, deplete -
our sweet, melodic treasure -
four beats per single measure.
A promise, kisses and bouquets
as lovers ever fate obeys
and measures make a music phrase.
Now dig that syncopation -
a whole new generation.
The first verse, we are just a child.
Our crazy, funky beat goes wild.
We looked like Grandma when we smiled,
and though I may be dissing,
like Gramps, whose beat was missing.
But, soon, we're old women and men
and fondly we remember when,
and wish to do it all again.
Though we've been through the ringer,
we praise the song and singer.
And now that it's almost complete.
I still want to tap my feet.
Sweet orange slices and cinnamon
complete the palate of warm winter.
Treat yourself anytime you’re able,
deplete icicles let them splinter.
Dripping slovenly off of your lips,
skipping polish they bring enjoyment.
Whipping each sense into a frenzy,
dipping flavor in cool enchantment.
The inner Self shines like a gentle flame
Fire without smoke, it is felt as cool heat
It is our true Self scriptures do not name
Sense it in silence betwixt God’s bliss beat
Divine energy that does not deplete
We are not body-mind, we are this spark
Ascending in peace on an upward arc
You have to let go
the illusion of control, you think you have
Because none of us can control everything
We are in control of how we react, but we cannot control people or things in our lives
The quicker we embrace that, the closer we'll be to contentment
Constantly chasing, something that will always remain out of your grasp, will just deplete your energy
Life is already such a rush
Will you slow down just for a minute?
Will you smile for just a while
Remember this moment
Especially in times when we are bombarded with things that disturb our peace
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