Busy Mind #9

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What is success?

Is it starting the journey with one single step?

Is it believing,knowing,trusting and envisioning that you can do it?

Is success a means to an end?

An end only to begin anew?

Is success seeing the beauty that others miss as they rush on to their hour of glory and fame?

Is success spending one night with someone you truly love?

Is success spending a life time searching for a love you have yet to encounter?

Are seekers of love considered successful?…Seek and ye shall find.

Why is success assigned a price tag when it is actually far beyond sums and figures?

One man died for the masses on a false accusation by the throng. The multitudes executed him and many came to believe after his humiliating capital punishment. So, was he successful?

I to live for yourself success?

Is to die for others success?

To succeed is to turn out well-so if things go well with you, why aren’t most people content with that?

Or is it that people are more consumed with getting their 15 minutes of fame? Do people equate 15 minutes in the spot light to success? If so, success seems something shallow and fleeting. Isn’t success beyond that?

Live your life right and that alone is success. Success is hardly what the crowds have made it .

Truly successful people haven’t the time to stop and ponder whether they’ve arrived at their own desired out come. They just know.

Live a successful life and others will follow. That is the mark! When you’re a success, you become a magnet,influencing others just by your presence. Success therefore, is being fully present in whatever stage of life you’re in.

-Eva Santiago copyright 2013

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Busy Mind #8

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Why run away?From whom or what do you run away? some people run away thinking it’s for the best. They’d run from their own shadow if they could. Is your shadow that bad? Running away creates a problem between you and I that never existed before. because you see, when you decided to run away, you took my heart with you. You didn’t think about that did you? My heart went with you and you didn’t even ask it if it wanted to come along for your spontaneous self involved joy ride. So now that you’re back what? You ran, I stayed up worried for you and now our relationship has changed. Sadly,  I haven’t a clue as to whether it’s changed for the worst or for the better.Image

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Busy Mind #7

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Picture a courtyard with violets in full bloom. The birds of paradise sing as the two hold each other in a lingering embrace. His hot breath on her cool cheek sends shivers up and down her spine. They kiss and their bodies begin to melt into one. When 2 lovers kiss, it’s not just lips connecting;it is two souls become known to each other. Mind connecting to mind. Heart connecting to heart. Souls becoming fused. A kiss my friend,  is not just a kiss. Between lovers, a shared kiss is more than just bliss. An amorous  kiss says so much and remains a mystery. Kissing: A language all its own.

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Busy Mind #6

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Silence has a sound? It does. When you want to hear from your lover and he doesn’t text or call, that is obnoxious silence playing on your fears whispering little arrows,”Ppsssst he really doesn’t care about you.” Silence has a sound. When you are waiting to hear back from your kid who is out and about and she fails to check in with you; silence is maddeningly poking your brain saying,” She’s in trouble. There was a terrible accident.She’s hurt and needs you.” Silence indeed has a sound.

-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

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BUSY MIND #5

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Roam if you want to.
Go where you want to.
Feel what you want, or don’t.
See what you want or, don’t.
Say what you want,or don’t.
Laugh only if it’s funny to you.
Cry only if it moves you.
Own yourself and be proud of yourself.
Hug if you want to or don’t.
Kiss if you feel like it or don’t.
Dance in the rain or don’t.

Walk when you feel like walking and don’t let anyone make you run if you don’t want to.

Share only if you want to because sometimes there are things that only belong to you.

Say no when you want to.
Say yes only when you want to.
Say, “ I love you.” Only when you want to and not because it was expected of you.

Be shy when you want to and when you want to be bold do it.
Be true only to you and own your truth.
Dance with someone or alone-but do it anyway.
Go where there are people or stay in alone.
Look at the sunset or don’t.
Write a love letter and keep it forever or not.
Write a love story and share or take it to your grave.
Compose a love song and sing it or not.
Whatever you do, do it for you!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

BUSY MIND #4

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Travel Light
Don’t take any luggage.
Leave the old worn out dusty baggage behind-
it won’t serve you on this leg of your travels.
Travel light just with your thoughts, your pen and paper.
Let your mind photograph what’s important:
His smile, his holding your hand for the first time,
his first long, arduous kiss,
his long gaze not wanting to let go-
for fear you might disappear into his heart.
Travel light with only the clothes you own on your back.
Travel light and worry not about what you will eat tomorrow.
Travel light –
let your feet carry you into the unknown parts of your destiny.
Travel light and know that your bed and pillow are already provided for.

Travel light and carry only your torch of truth and conviction.
Travel light: It’s how His Spirit travels.
Travel light shedding years of misery and trauma by the road side.
Let the misery and trauma fall as thorns and thistles by the way side.
Travel light or progress won’t happen.
Travel light and remember the old paths only as reference points.
Travel light and follow the new map;
the old,torn, wrinkled map  will get you lost.
Travel light and let the wings of your dreams carry you to new lands,
foreign to you alone who’ve not been there.
Travel light because your moving spirit journeys under no other circumstances.
Travel light because you’re growing and turning more in the image of the one who gave you wings.
Travel light because to stay in the same place all of your life is the death of your destiny.

-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

 

Finding Yourself in Writing

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This writer says it like it is and that is why I had to reblog this. Fellow artists: Please read on!

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We make such unforgiving demands upon ourselves as artists, Any artist, really. We define our success by fame, by sales, by the final balance in our bank account. The life of all artists is a lonely life. I have known musicians and actors who, surrounded by a band or an orchestra or a troupe, are often just by themselves. Insecure. Little lights in the darkness of the expanse that is art.

There is a wonderful Taoist verse from the Tao ti Ching that seems to hit the creation of art squarely:

Giving birth and nourishing,
Bearing but not possessing,
Working yet not taking credit,
Leading yet not dominating,
This is the Primal Virtue.

The creation of a work is birth, and I believe the best parents are those who allow their children to grow and mature without possessing them. Our art is our child, and we excel when we allow…

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Busy Mind #3

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CARRY ON!
Carry on I shall because that is all I know to do.
When things are tough I carry on.
When my feelings are as tumultuous waves in a deep mysterious sea-
I carry on.
When my heart is a labyrinth of unexplainable emotions I carry on.
When my soul is divided, confused and bemused I carry on.
When defeat knocks at my door I carry on.
When victory embraces me into her sweet bosom I carry on.
When my feet are too tired to walk,
I dance as my way of showing life that I will indeed carry on.
When disappointment is consistent I carry on.
When loneliness jeers at me
Telling me I shall be forever alone, I carry on.
When fear encroaches upon me and I am scared of even my own waning shadow I carry on.
When tears are all that are forthcoming
I smile through my tears,
Showing adversity that I can indeed carry on.
When the burden I carry seems so heavy
that I feel crushed to fine powder, I carry on.
When lying tongues wickedly wag at me
Pointing accusatory fingers in my face, I carry on.

When I am looking for my soul mate I carry on because I know everyday that dawns on me I am getting closer to finding him or he finding me.

When I run out of words because the pain is excruciating I carry on.
When all I can do is wince I carry on.
When I see no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow I carry on.
When I see more darkness than light I carry on.
When I fall on the floor,
My soul feeling like a crumbled up piece of scribbled on paper, I carry on.

When My soul feels tarnished as copper no one has cleaned in years-
I carry on.

When I feel the silence threatening to drown my voice out
So I am never heard from again I carry on.
When I feel my light being dimmed as a swarm of locusts, by the chaos swarming around me,
I carry on.
When I don’t know what to feel I carry on.
When I don’t know what to say I carry on.
When I am not sure about anything I carry on.
When there are no answers I carry on.

When my questions far out number the grains of sand on the beach of my intended destiny and purpose, I carry on.

When I know that my knowledge and the depth of my understanding are not enough to help me through, I carry on.

When I feel like I am being tossed about in the wild ocean of my heart with out an anchor for my vessel, I carry on.

When I see no light house in sight and I feel my vessel is just about to ship wreck on the shores of my uncertainty, I carry on….WILL YOU??

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BUSY MIND #2

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IN PLAIN SIGHT

She met the curse of her lover’s eye. That day she’d never forget. Magdalena went from feeling safe in Pablo’s embrace to sleeping in the enemy’s arms. A chill pierced her being and she was heart-broken. Magdalena never knew love could crush with such an indomitable force. Once Pablo’s gaze melted her as gold in a furnace; now his eyes caused her to want to flee to the remotest part of the universe , as far away from his hateful, scornful glare. Magdalena knew things would never be the same since she saw his hatred for her there, in plain sight.

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Busy Mind #1

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Today I will begin a series of posts that will reflect what I’ve been going through lately. Seasons come and go in our lives and we must embrace them all or be miserable. I always write, however I am not always working on my next best short story or poem. During those times I find myself also reading and studying; which make up a part of a writer’s life. When I am not doing the aforementioned, I am LIVING LIFE! I hope you enjoy this new series and write me because feed back from my wonderful readers makes my day!

LLUVIA RAINS

Lluvia de esperanza rain on this heart
Un dia todo adolorido
Today it’s whole again

Raindrop
Raindropsfallingdownonher
Maskingthetearsherheartsheds
One drop…one tear
Raindrops from a fearful heart

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