WORDS IN THE WIND: Poems

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Seek, dream, hope and cry

What tomorrow will bring...

In the arms of an angel we seek

What we lost and loved

In the arms of an angel we dream

About clouds and light

In the arms of an angel we hope

That we will fix what is broken

In the arms of an angel we cry

and give voice to what we cannot say out loud

In the ilusion we believe in a world

In the reality the suffering is there and cannot be shut

I seek, I dream, I hope and I cry

for words not said

for feelings that are breaking my heart

for pieces shattered by pain

for something that may not be there anymore

for something that will always be the other half...

What we seek, dream, hope and cry for...

Is as real as the sunshine

There is nothing that can break it

but still... the pain is learning

the pain is a growing of souls and spirit

the pain is what is needed to understand

that a half is always part of a whole

and the whole is one... even if broken!

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The Invitation

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved

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Emptiness

You are lost in your world

Everything you believe in and lived by are gone

You are alone and on your own

An emptiness fill places on the soul

where there should be love, joy and hope

They are gone... lost in the deep

There is something you can feel

A pain so strong that makes you disconnected

from yourself and others

There is nothing inside, nothing to feel

Nothing to hope or to love

Everything is gone...

The hand starts moving...

Your body wants to follow it

but your mind says no... it is good to just stand still

Your arm moves on the opposit way

and in a heart beat is pulling the rest of you

Your legs are moving, faster and faster

Your run... and run... and run...

At the top of the street you look back

It does not make sense to go back

Is good to feel the wind... to move your body...

To breath fresh air...

You look ahead of you... there is something...

You run again to reach it...

In a moment ideas, visions and projects are shaped...

A dream is born...

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Silence

The silence is strong

With waves of understanding

With glimpses of what can be

The certainty is vague

Fear and desperation walk together

Hope and joy side by side

The darkness swalows clues

Life changing clues

Openess is blindful by uncontrolled emotions

Clarity is hidden behind minds

And then... Silence...

It breaks all walls, and fears

It gives a possibility of change

And one more step further...

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Earth Day

Is it a dream? Is it real?
Can I sleep and never wake up from it?
Lights from everywhere
Love brights and warms hearts
Happyness is an adiction
Respect never fades
And then... you walk from the shadow...
Dressed in white with a flower crown
Beautiful and powerful
Compassionate and blissful
The wind blows slowly
and the smell in the air fills all the senses
You... in your bare feet
Without knowing the effect around you
While you walk, lights and new lifes reborn...
Healing and creation are given while you breath...
A procession follows you...
Can we hope for more?
I do not want to wake up from my sleep
The eternal sleep in my Mother's Earth arms...

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Please forgive me...

Please forgive me...
For the long years of solitude
For being blind to your suffering
For doing nothing when I could
For being afraid most of my life
For hoping that others would bring me answers
For looking everywhere except to you
For not hearing you ask for help
For listening and not reply
For enjoy and take, and give nothing in return
For loving you all these years...
and only now accept that I am the one who belongs to you!!!

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Sleep well my child

Welcome to my arms...

My roots will hold you

and waters will guide you,

while the earth will return you home.

Sleep well my child

Welcome to my arms...

Rest you shall find

after a long battle fought

where you won your return

to your mother's arms.

Sleep well my child

Welcome to my arms...

Memories you bring

remembrance you left behind

and beloved one's love marks

forever attached.

Sleep well my child

Welcome to my arms... and here, peace you will find!

In memorial... of a beloved one...

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Long sleep

Another turn of the wheel

when a soul is least expecting

the darkest of times are passing

the ilusions and anguish are fading!

another light is rising

different perspectives are coming...

the voice is strong with the warm

and the heart is beating faster by the day

the feeling of food and nourishment,

water, air and earth together...

fire around the life, who is waking from her long sleep!

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A cold and long winter

Photo taken in Risskov, February 2010, by João Fernandes

A cold and long winter

It ripped all the colour...

White... three months of white

The rarest colour from nature...

That leaves a trail of puress and cleansing

Three months of flying snowflakes

Three months of emptiness...

Three months of hibernation

Three... the magic number...

Three months...

in learning of the otherworld

in acceptance of the gifts

in definition of whom is.

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The Man of the White Robe

Walking around and spinning around

The wheel turns and transforms

The years pass by... life remains

While the beauty of the earth endure in time

Memories and history prevail in the old man

Full of stories... legends... and memories.. to tell

Bright colours fill the air

While a little child waits in the grove

Joy and excitement fill her eyes

Looking to the man of the white robe to pass by

The man walks and lies one hand

A blessing is given... a journey to start

A new beggining in the wheel of time...

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Transformation

The pain is too much to be measure

the entire body is trembling with it

How can I be free of this?

That my head would go back to blank

that my life would again be in my possession

that my wishes were simple

that my life would not be so overwhelming

that I could not feel the pain of others...

But then... I would not have it...

The feeling of solitude... and love...

The fresh breeze in the morning would not feel the same

The despair can take over but the light is there if I look

The all the time changes are been painfull and fast

In the end... it will never end...

The transformation is happening...

The time is short...

The body is in pain... but the heart and soul are hopeful...

I am not walking alone...

This work is licenced under a Creative Commons Licence.

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Where are you to hold my hand?

In the woods from my past I see the shadows

Looking to the trees in the dark they seem diferent

At the door I wait until no one is looking