Star Sacerdotise - Thoughts and Poetry
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Mask
She was scared. Scared of the distance he created, as they have never been lovers. On his voice, no trace of care. Not a sign of feelings. No hate, no love. Just indifference.
How could he be so cold? Can anyone wipe away a lover as autumn leaves? His attitude hurt deep in her heart, a wounded heart with so many unhealed scars.
The only explanation she found was pain. There must be a hidden pain, as huge as hers, leading him to that path. Indifference emerged as he sensed a single trace of pain’s possibility.
Mask. A mask to be wore whenever it was necessary, to veil the pain. To be used to hide the tears from the image on the mirror.
She was sure the fear will pass. Same will happen with his pain. One day, masks and wounds would have no place. Both would overcome the past, and will build a live with true love as keystone.
Hours on the clock
According to Einstein, time is relative. And you have to know nothing about quantum physics to agree with him.
If you want to think that only because the hands of the clock move always in the same pace, lives goes on at the same rhythm, there are two possible explanations. Either you are not realizing what’s going on around you, or your life is a one stand routine.
The chronology of relationships has nothing to do with the time you have been together, but is closely related to the intensity of what you live. You can have more moments together in a month to be remembered than people who have spent half a life in a marriage. You can make love ina a year more times than couples that are celebrating their silver wedding. It’s a matter of tunning. Vibration. Molecules. Quantum Physics.
Are we capable of keeping this going on, that’s the question. Better than this. Can we make it even better, instead of let the same time that built things, take them away?
All I know is that I live deeply.
And that’s why I love Einstein.
According to Einstein, time is relative. And you have to know nothing about quantum physics to agree with him.
If you want to think that only because the hands of the clock move always in the same pace, lives goes on at the same rhythm, there are two possible explanations. Either you are not realizing what’s going on around you, or your life is a one stand routine.
The chronology of relationships has nothing to do with the time you have been together, but is closely related to the intensity of what you live. You can have more moments together in a month to be remembered than people who have spent half a life in a marriage. You can make love ina a year more times than couples that are celebrating their silver wedding. It’s a matter of tunning. Vibration. Molecules. Quantum Physics.
Are we capable of keeping this going on, that’s the question. Better than this. Can we make it even better, instead of let the same time that built things, take them away?
All I know is that I live deeply.
And that’s why I love Einstein.
Vastness
I lie sleeping over you. You take me in your arms, caressing me. Shelter me and kiss me. I dream.
I dive in your distant stare and I drown. Sensations, waves made of long deep words that carry all my happiness weight. I look at you and I’m never tired of seeing your thoughts flowing to me. Vibrations of care.
To swim in your love, we reach the shore. Survivors.
Survivors from a world, we found each other on the vastness of an ocean of faces and shadows. We recognize each other and we join.
My body shakes as I think of your kiss. I want you always in me.
I lie sleeping over you. You take me in your arms, caressing me. Shelter me and kiss me. I dream.
I dive in your distant stare and I drown. Sensations, waves made of long deep words that carry all my happiness weight. I look at you and I’m never tired of seeing your thoughts flowing to me. Vibrations of care.
To swim in your love, we reach the shore. Survivors.
Survivors from a world, we found each other on the vastness of an ocean of faces and shadows. We recognize each other and we join.
My body shakes as I think of your kiss. I want you always in me.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Twilight Zone
He lives in the Twilight Zone. Does not allow any contact to the outter world, hardly breaths. Arms around his chest as a protection, does not allow himself to love. Fear. He fears what's unknown, possible. Closes himself to the world, so the world cannot hurt him.
From the place he hides, he gets only flashes of love. He does not give himself, neither opens his heart. He leaves behind him smiles, carresses, tenderness, only cause he fears he can't live without them. He thinks that he will not miss what he does not know. In his troubled mind, he imagines he had loved once, when he tried to take a glance outside the Twilight Zone. He is mistaken. All he had was a breath of love, a subtle taste of feeling. He is tied inside a coccon made by himself, from where he controls his tiny universe.
He gives up before trying, he can't take the risk. Fear. Relationships bound, bounds are bridges, and bridges can be taken by imaginary armies, that can destroy his false security.
Fear. He thinks that the real world can be touched by hands. That what you get is what you see. World made of shadows. Never knew what true love means.
Maybe someday he will dare to chalenge this fear, stepping out of the jail he lives in. Then, he will know the pleasure of being taken, invaded, touched.
On this day, the sun will be shinier, and he will look to the stary night as to a blanket of light, and will see beyond. He will see the woman who will be his love, to whom he will offer himself, not as an enemy to be conquered or feared, but as a trusted friend for the pathway. And the pathway outside the Twilight Zone will have stones and flowers, they won't be relevant. The important thing is that he will be whole and not a secluded specter, wraped in shadows. He will shine as light.
