Tag: spirituality

EDEN

In the garden of Eden

Is where God met man’s needs

So He gave Him Eve

Who would help Adam to multiply his seeds

Through her kind words

Through her sensuous deeds…

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015

Great Things Don’t Go Away

Great things don’t go away

Great things are seldom forgotten

Great things are great because of the great people behind them

When you’re great,you won’t be left in a dusty cloud of yesteryear’s glory

When you’re great, you draw like spirits to you

When you’re great, mediocre is a stench in your nostrils

When you’re great, the good get better due to your influence

When you’re great, your descendants coming after you will follow suit

When you’re great, like The Great Wall of China:

You will be viewed as a wonder

You life will have branches and spurs

Your towers stand fortified

You’ll be a monument of awe

When you’re great, you are a timeless classic

Never an old,dusty relic

Look in your mirror, what do you see?

Is it cracked because you can’t see past your flaws?

Mirror,Mirror, on the wall,what is all this greatness you see?

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, help us see beyond our imperfections

Guide us to our intended destiny

We must look stop looking at the obvious

And see that we all inspire great awe

Great things and great people seldom happen over night!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015

Story Telling

The story of my life

Tells you where I’ve been

What I’ve done

The many things I’ve heard and seen

The story of my life

Will tell you I was once a wife

I tried hard to live free

I tried hard to get rid of strife

The story of my life

Will tell you I’ve been beaten

But I’ve never been beat

I’ve been humiliated

But never annihilated

The story of my life

Has many a tough scene

But never have I regretted what these brown,deep set eyes have seen

The story of my life

Is  not unlike many others

It has sorrow

It has joy

There’s no telling what comes tomorrow

The story of my life

Has its highs

Has its lows

Bright sun filled days

Gloomy sorrowed filled nights

But despite it all

I am proud of my own story

I share glimpses of it in my poems and stories

That’s how I honor my soul

That’s how I pay tribute

To my captivating history

I am not ashamed

I have very little to regret

I own it all

For good

For bad

Whether pretty

Whether ugly

For sweet

For bitter

It’s made me who I am

It’s my declaration,a place of personal growth and power

I dare you, right now

You’re reading this for a reason

Stake your claim

All our stories combined would fill volumes

Stop regretting and lamenting

Make this the day you take back your power!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015

Waking Dreams #1

Haddasah is trying to swim ashore after her sail boat capsized. She is floundering about and ends up swimming in circles. Her heart is weary from always being placed under high alert. It doesn’t know what to do anymore. The tide is rising  and the fiery ball in the orange sky above is fast sinking into the horizon. Daylight is ebbing away much like an old man at sea about to inhale his last breath. Her honey hued eyes are wild as she peers into the four directions. No helps is coming from the north,south ,east or west. She treads the salty water as her athletic , tanned legs tremble under neath from sheer exhaustion. She wonders what it would be like to just sink down effortlessly to the bottom of the Pacific; to never see day light again. Would she miss it? Would she be missed? A flock of seagulls flies over head causing her to focus  on something other than her muddled thoughts. Her stomach rumbles like Mount Vesuvius. Her long, slender, olive tanned arms are turning a light red. What happens now?

Suddenly from afar, Haddasah hears a loud horn and she is thrown wide awake. There are ear piercing  sirens all around her. The flashing red and blue lights hurt her eyes  as she lies on a patch of dewy grass. A tall EMT woman with  blond hair tied in a pony tail  is administering CPR. Haddasah catches a whiff of her minty breath and body spray which remind her of Chanel No 5. Haddasah slips out of consciousness and she’s back  swimming again in that blue , chilly ocean water for God only knows how long.

Eva Santiago Copyright 2015

At First Sight

At first sight

Dreams sparkle like diamonds in the rough

I dream

I wake up

I sleep

I wake up

I dream again

Was it real?

Was it just a dream?

I dreamt that reality was the dream and when  I awoke, I knew I had been dreaming because dreams are reality. Though I can’t touch what I dreamt of just yet.  it doesn’t make it any less real than the closest tangible object…

Eva Santiago Copyright 2015

Old Things Are New Again

Old things are new again

New things get old fast

You can’t recycle new things ’cause they’re not old yet

Old things get dubbed classic

New things get dubbed bomb

But can classic be bomb?

Can bomb be classic?

Old things are called antique

But when you buy an antique , is it new to you?

Old things get handed down

Can new things be traded up?

Old things create nostalgia

A longing for yesteryear

New creates euphoric feelings for the short term

Once you get your new things home

The newness quickly wears off

Are old memories better than new ones?

If you’re not making new memories

Are you recycling the old ones?

New is expected to learn from old

But will old humble itself to learn from new?

Are old sayings and proverbs wiser than new ad slogans and catchy song lyrics?

Can an old flame be rekindled to what it once was?

Can a new love spark a flame to burn into eternity?

EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2015

 

 

OF FINE LINENS AND THINGS…

She was a transformed heart, in a budding love. She decided to treat herself  to a set of brand new bed linens

OUT WITH THE OLD!

IN WITH THE NEW!

She shopped all over to find just the right ones. She wanted to celebrate fresh love  with expensive sheets;the kind found in 5 star hotels. Her credit card implored  with her not to be reasonable. Her cost conscious mind would admonish her, “Watch that money…settle for what you can afford…” She was through with just getting along. She had settled in a marriage;compromising  in lesser ways that had led her to tolerate things she was never meant to put up with. And now, she was ending a long era of self disrespect.A generous soul, her giving knew no bounds. She always gave her best to others, putting herself on the back burner. This purchase was indeed a huge deal!She was now  ascending to a higher level, adorned by genuine love for  the first time in her existence. She chose sage hued linens;wisdom had lead her thus far. The counsel of the sages had caused her to grow. She’ll never ,ever conform again…she has become a sage as well.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

 

 

OUT OF THE MAZE

Mean spirits

Friendly spirits

Cannot consort together

Not today

Not tomorrow

Not ever

Can a friendly spirit turn mean?

Can a mean spirit turn friendly?

For a friendly spirit, is a mean spirit deadly?

For a mean spirit, is a friendly spirit a target?

To humiliate

To annihilate?

To intimidate?

 

Don’t follow a mean spirit

You’ll be lead into a maze

You’ll turn maze runner

Turning

Twisting

Dodging

Running for your very life

You’ll never know where the predator hides

You’ll hide in the corner and he’ll find you cowering

As he searches you out

He’ll see your breath lingering in the shadows

He’ll sense your heart beating right out of your chest

He’ll pounce upon you when you think you’re safe

He’ll make you grieve night and day

From that insane labyrinth, it’ll be next to impossible to escape

 

If you’re a friendly spirit turned maze runner

Your faith will light your way

Your light will guide you out

The sound of your voice will slay all the monsters

Your courage will shatter them all

 

You’ll outwit the grievers at every turn

When they attack, laugh in their hideous faces

They hate being mocked

How they hate the sound of joy

How they loath all that is friendly

Oh how they run from all that is light

And what the grievers truly despise

And what truly brings their demise

Are all the friendly spirits who’ve made it out of the maze

With our spirits alive

With our spirits intact

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

 

 

 

 

 

PAIN IN DARK STAINS

Every time I see you anymore

I feel like an amputated limb

With all the nerve endings completely exposed

Nothing stops the excruciating pain

Except when I ignore you

Truth is,  long ago,you stopped being anything worthwhile in my world

There was never a time when you and I were good together

I was only fooling myself

Mean spirit that you are

We were oil and water from the start

Mean spirit

Cursed spirit

Crushed spirit

Small spirit

Stuck spirit

You caused us all nothing but pain

Because of you

Our hearts all bare a dark stain

Mean spirit that you are

This heart of mine, could’ve never in a day been your forever home

 

My heart bares beautiful, expensive treasures

Things you tried hard to break

Tried indeed-indeed you tried!

The breakables, I let you take

I’d figured with those, you’d amuse yourself for a while

And you did away with all of those

One by one you smashed them

Just as I’d predicted

You easily bored with that game

So you came back asking me for more

But I found wisdom in the stars

And I found the wisdom of the sages

Wisdom came to me from across the ages

I learned of your wreck-less ways

I learned to keep my valuables far away from your sinewy heart

Because early on I saw all you touch gets broken

I learned early on

All you touch gets blemished

I learned early on

All you touch turns to ash

I learned early on

Though at times you sparkled like a star

You were actually fool’s gold by far.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014