What if We Are the Same?

A tribute to my mother…

evasantiago310's avatarEva Santiago

This is a tribute I wrote to my mother who passed when I was an infant. When I share it in public, I still tear up after all these years…

“Oh, she died so young!”

Really?!

Who are we to tell?

Not one of us knows

Our day

Our time

Or even our very last hour

So isn’t that declaration a bit pompous?

What if it was her time?

I used to be sad

I used to lament

Oh si mi madre paso..

She was way, way too young!

What if perhaps she DID sing all of her songs

And didn’t leave any unsung?

What if she did complete her assignment by giving me life?

What if she made her exit

So I would have a grand entrance?

What if she walked off the stage

So I could be a strong voice for this age?

What if she did her…

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BREATHE DEEPLY…DEEPLY BREATHE…

Breathe deeply

This is a new day

Awaken from your sleep

Don’t back down

From all that you have to say

Don’t be stuck

Don’t glory in one place

Your spirit must soar

Your soul must aspire

Don’t stay stuck

In places where demons conspire

And they do conspire and plot against you

What is hell in this life but a place where you’re stuck

What is your own private hell?

A place of no growth

A place of no life

A place of dark shadows

Where the demons conspire

To make you quit and not soar

To make you give in, retire and expire from all you truly desire

You were born into light

You were born to take flight

And the demons they hate

And they will distract to make you miss your divine appointments

To make you late

Keep you out of sync

With your divinely appointed date

All that is human

Was born on this planet

All that is divine

Was born from the spirit

Don’t waste one more hour

Thinking what you see is all there is

You are so much more than flesh and bones

Aim for the heavens

For that is your true home

It’s heaven or bust!

Aim for the heavens

Leave your skin and bones behind

Open your eyes

Don’t you settle for staying blind

Don’t you swallow any more lies

Breathe deeply

Deeply breathe

A new day has dawned!!!

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WHAT DO YOU TELL YOURSELF

What do you tell yourself

When you look in the mirror

When no one’s looking

When no one’s there

When no one’s listening

 

What do you tell yourself

In the dark

In the rain

In the mist

In the abyss

 

What do you tell yourself when you’re staring into the heavens

At the constellations

At the Big Dipper

At the Milky Way

 

What do you tell yourself

When your petty crimes far exceed your self-righteous ways?

 

What do you tell yourself when you’re in the company of a stranger?

 

What do you tell yourself when yesterday’s lies no longer bring you comfort?

 

What do you tell yourself when all you feel is great discomfort and disdain?

 

What do you tell yourself when you don’t even deem yourself worthy of being your own best friend?

 

What do you tell yourself when all you have is your own shadow to call your best friend?

 

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HOW FREE ARE YOU?

My mind is free to go places without limits

My heart is free to feel what it wants to

My heart is free to love whom it wants to

To choose how long I’m going to love you

When I decide ,you’ll know

I won’t stop loving you

Because my hearts is free to change how I’ll continue loving you…

My feet are free to walk where they choose

My hands are free to grab a pen, put it to paper to unleash my wildest of imaginations

My body is free to feel the music and dance til day break or not

My eyes are free to roam where ever they want to and see things beyond the horizon

My ears are free to listen to nature’s song

To tune into an unseen realm-a realm more real than the tangible one

My will is free to choose right from wrong

I am free to learn the lesson or not…

How free are you?

 

 

 

 

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BORN TO DANCE

When I dance in the shadows with the moon as my partner

And the stars above, my captive audience

You’ll find me dancing in the crowd

Free spirit am I

I dance with this one

I dance with that one and the other one

I dance with who dances with me

If you don’t wanna dance

That’s fine too

I’ll dance anyway

I was born to dance

It’s my lance

I dance as I worship

I dance to release

I dance for my sanity

To some, it seems I dance out of vanity

I really don’t care who watches

Music runs through my veins and I awaken!

Music beckons to the wild in me

Music calms what needs assurance

I dance to celebrate,to feel joy …to feel alive!

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THIS MOMENT

This moment I hear the wind outside slowly ushering in fall

Though the heat is still making its presence felt

Autumn is nipping at Summer’s heels

Summer is saying, ” I’m still here. I will dawdle and linger here a bit longer.”

Autumn, one known for not being abrasive

Gently blows in Summer’s ear

Caressing her sun- kissed cheeks

Tussling her golden tresses, saying,

” Take as long as you want my darling

I am not here to send you away as a discarded lover

I’m here to lighten your load, give you a break

Go now, your work of much producing and growing is done

Harvest draws nigh

Soon comes the bounty

Now rest from your labors

For Summer, you’re done.”

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LONG BEFORE THE LIGHT

There is a smell and feel of dawn long before the light
Dawn smells like:
Lavender
An untraveled path
A rose about to bloom
A hot cup of steaming green tea

There is a smell and feel of dawn long before light
Dawn feels like:
A newborn’s breath on my cheek
My lover’s kiss on my eager lips
A hug from some one you have not embraced in a while
An unexpected smile…

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WINTER OF WANT

Winter of want
Several seasons of this …
I am weary
I wake up daily
Put my nice smile back on
Yeah, gotta make sure everyone knows I’m ok
But inside
I am not
I am not ok with the needs
I am not ok with this winter of want
I am not ok with standing
I am a person of action
Lately my actions don’t seem to amount to much
I am not ok with laying down and taking it
FUCK!!!!!!
When does this winter of want end??
I close my eyes and I see myself running in fields of plenty
I see seeds I sowed long ago
Finally bringing forth their fruit
This is my only hope
In this long, weary winter of want

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365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 207

evasantiago310's avatarEva Santiago

Good Morning! Today I will share a short poem I wrote for my book, Salsa! the Taste of Life. I keep saying it will be out soon, and just hang in there with me because I tell you, “birthing” a book IS a process!  Happy Wednesday and I hope you like my post for today! Life is too short, smile at a stranger, open the door for someone and call that friend you haven’t heard from in a while. Yes, it may be their turn to call you, but so what? Don’t keep score, call them anyway and make their day! 🙂

Words Are Swords

 

Words are swords

Some are sharp

And some are shrill—

As the sound of a drill.

It takes talents and skill,

To say the right words;

To bring life and encourage,

But never to kill.

 

 

Words are swords;

Double edged and ready…

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Sea Glass

sea glass beachYou picked me up from an unfathomable collection of sea glass

Held me to the light

Pleased with my brilliance

As the sun shone through

My opaque hues

Became an iridescent array of countless shades of color

From sky blue to cobalt

From cotton candy pink to sizzling magenta

From mint to emerald

From lavender to amethyst

I mesmerized you…

For so many years you studied me

You remained a student of me

Yet never fully grasped the subject

You grew frustrated

With each failed test

So you set out to:

Dominate, control and master: ME

You figured if you mastered me you’d be able to break into my heart’s code

That vault that once held as much treasure as the ocean’s floor for you

You became angrier with each passing year

When I could not, would not, should not fear-you

So you became a battering ram

In your weak attempt of getting through to me

You failed too

Had you only considered for a split second

To just ask me

I would have gladly handed you over my secret code…

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