Author: nataliebotero

 And from her lips

She drew the eye.

From her forehead

Did it slip

And out she uttered, “sigh.”

For her to sit

And to wait

She felt what does abate

As what restrains, and which constricts,

To find Peace and Love

In a refined state.

 

Deeper than her eyes could see,

Her mouth sputtered spontaneously

And from her heart

She drew a breath

And planned to cleave

Her lover to her breast.

 

“Alas!” she cried

“I now do realize,

I create my fate

With either action

Or to wait, since

Fate is Fate!”

 

 

Her eyes had been clouds from time,

Her words flew from cocoons

Into butterflies.

Through teeth

She howled with tears.

At each new moon

She prayed to meet her lover soon.

The moon waxed on in smoky wanes,

Each night she tried to bribe

God to take her pain.

 

“Let go, let Me,

And you will see

Your smoke and mirrors

Bid them flee.

Your hopes and fears

Bid mirrors near.

You need not wish,

For I intend to see

This prayer unto the end.”

 

“I was upon this prayer

Indeed since its inception.

I planted it to ye,

So for me it is My duty

To take from you the dross

And feed you beauty.

For desires form from what I show

You indeed will have a love that grows.

 

Fear not the static moment,

Fates you wish to overthrow.

See eternity in this winking Eye

And release your love

Into the sky.

It is with Me will it last and grow.

Be free, I bid you whole.

Take, take your love

And go!”

 

 

 A flower is a piece of passion

It grows, but not as a matter of fact.

We obey its fragrance

Once touched by it.

Its growth, earthy and otherworldly,

Is a gift that exists in the abstract.

 

In bunches they mathematically multiply

More than the petals’ yield of the first,

As their colors rely on varied sunshine

To wake us to their morning’s

Unpredictable bursts.

 

A flower is the peace of God’s passion

A flower heals hurt and swallows rain

Their purpose seems one of kindness

One that flutters eyelids to lift our pain.

With a flower, an abstract thing

One should never waste,

Yes, this passion, for the peace of flowers

Can run throughout our veins.

 

The hedonistic moon

Covered my writing sense

Drained of all its wit

And petulance

 

If these poems rhymed in time

Let me change it so,

So that it sings

With mocking meaning

A depth we do not hold

 

Fixed on every cadence

Every effort right redundant

Hatched within my private dome

A gift with no reception

A song of love that has no home

 

May my meaning fall

On ears abundant

May these words shine

Like the Sun,

Glittering and bold

For I believe, in the light of every kind,

We all have the qualities of gold.

We collided

In the ravages

Of the wading water

One day as

The splashes, like divining hidden Love

Cast shyness upon us.

Old loves! upon our wounds’ old salty waters,

happened then as we chose our daily stallions, when,

Arose the nipples of the warning shore

The clash of natives

Reverberated

Soaking Eros as he lay

Upon the ocean floor.

 

Upon our meeting,

On the halfway of the shore

Still marooned between

Moist ripples and the gravity of earthly chores,

And certainly

As strange a meeting

As our soon awaiting mystery

The foreign tone of each

enemy met energy as

Compromise knocked on our Door.

 

While our mothers were still clearly cheating

In our minds’ castle chambers,

anxious hearts of hours a-beating

The moment

That we children

forcibly let go, conceding

By Providence’s forceful nature

proven in this most scary meeting

While in nature’s respite we were cleaving.

The old whipped horses dropped back

And stopped competing.

The olive branch, by a miss, a hair tail whipping

Signaling and stealing

A kiss.

So, of course and as expected,

As the reigns of wisdom

We oft rejected

Our mouths now dropped as Angels felled

Now vital moisture dripped, hit by Cupid’s smell.

And our minds’ distortions stopped their dreaming.

 

No sooner than a ship embarks

Did we plan to swim

The shore.

Only seconds did we tumble

Waves,

Like the heathens bathing on the moor.

 

Disaster

Disaster

God’s feelings hidden by the Ocean’s floor

Rippling faster

Than, relief without laughter

As waves improved upon the shore.

 

 

 

In fluctuation, during psychological healing

To recognize internalizing

Less internalization leads to…

Not knowing the effect on others

The dual process

Hypervigilance, unwinding, taking the time

Sacrifice, spiritual issues, valuing

Pulling the proceedings off

Without dissolution

From high conflict

 

The ability to solve problems is an enormous boon to one’ self esteem

By their advice

Cultural conditioning

When you are in control of the climate

An actual place

The dual process strategy

When the all too common reaction is to leave

Upset about your reactions, the feel of a demand

Travel to a healthier place, then, and unpack

Regard for life

 

People with war experiences

My best friend is consistency

Best friends are consistent, aren’t they?

I’m passionately “reacted” to you

Compassion passion

The light inside and then the ego all around it

The gift in a toxic relationship experience is the reveal of what you’re capable of; before you disdain it, learn how it affects your reaction impulse and vow to love yourself enough to end it.

I know there is more I have to learn, soon. There is always more ground to cover.

Whether it is in a book or lived experience

It i enormously valuable to have experience

 

Paying attention to emotional charge

To the level of insight a person has

From comparing and contrasting

It’ okay to obsess about new information

To absorb the meaning of feedback

Indulging in the creative process, gratitude for your life choices

Disappointments can ground us, necessarily so

Disappointments can slow us down to mature, asking do you need to develop patience, and what for? To develop the richness, and balance the giving and receiving. From a self focus to an other focus.

 

Health aligns me with who I am

Discomfort means there is something deeper

Escapism and needing the energy

Sacrificed connection for addiction

Healing spaces are places to connect to people on a deeper level

Reaching a plateau in meditation may be helped by doing service for others, as a meditation in a new form. It is from meditation that you can come to serve.

 

Always the connection between the physiological and the psychological

You can feel the truth of a person for you in your body

I used to freeze up, now I celebrate strengths

Triggered because it was a power struggle

The feeling that there is no escape

Symptoms of heaviness, empathic symptoms and smoke signals, empathic responses

 

Cultural suffering, fragility

We care, but we’re overwhelmed

Emotional fluency

Deprogramming the divisiveness, no progress

Unless there is acceptance of other people, but not unacceptable behavior, that’s the difference.

We have daily transference with people,

We are trying to change.

 

People are at different thresholds, be cognizant of that,

Low committed periods of doubt

Learning to interpret into words sensory feelings, I’d call that intel

What has actually unfolded is so different

Glean and develop, hold back and absorb

A very delicate dance

We bury our aliveness.

 

I often feel I can name the feeling very well, but have not the wisdom.

As well as “universal needs” are universal feelings, but that are not all felt the same.

Yes, your anger was blocking your understanding that others around you were going through pain also. Not entirely but not untrue, sounds lacking in compassion—-your anger outbursts/reactivity was a process in empathy, which you broke through and found new energy, you got unstuck by not stuffing it but by letting it have its day, by God. I have a lot more than just energy now, too.