I must admit


I conquered a fear

At last I did

A fear of “The Fear”

I must admit

Unknown to me that I could be

Free of worries that have crowded me

I sat there praying for my safety

As the wind scraped my face and my body

While sitting on a machinery

That was said to be of no safety

In shocking view of my reality

I realized that Fear was just my imagery

It had no way of knowing my ability

And therefore I broke my dependency

Freedom replaced the Fear in me

The Motorbike Freed the whole of me

For the story click on “Ecstasy at its Best


I apologize

I want to apologize for my lack of interaction

The last few months were nothing but action

A whirlwind of events

A hurdle of content

My time has been spent

On others being content

I read your comments

I loved each one of them

I have yet to respond

To all of them

A few more days

A few more nights

I tell myself every night

Anticipating a little break

I hope to find time for my blog tonight.


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I Wish I May

(2 November 2010)

As I sit in the abyss of my thoughts, I take another puff of my on going addiction, I dream of all the things I wish to have and the life I wish to live and I start to write my wish list…

I wish I may ,I wish I might, have this  wish with love and light………

To live in a house by the beach

Where the water curves itself against my feet

As it pulls back and forth from the shore

I feel it pull at my soul.

The sky is clear with the softest breeze

As It carries the scent of the salty air

Towards my senses I feel no despair.

I wish I may ,I wish I might, have this wish with love and light………

To bask in the sunlight that penetrates through my window

As I get ready for a brand new day

I Smell the freshness of the salty air

As it caresses itself against my hair

I walk outside to head to town

A cobbled street of coffee shops and markets

I stop in the street to take a look at the breathtaking view

Of the vibrant greens on the mountains containing the flow of the ocean

Oh what a view…….

I wish I may ,I wish I might, have this wish with love and light………

To watch passerby from the comforts of my home

As I stand outside on my small terrace

Waving hello to all those I know

Providing a smile to those I don’t know

I wish I may ,I wish I might, have this wish with love and light………

To take a walk towards a close by area as i sit on one of nature’s formed rocks,

My feet embedded neatly on the rocks I feel the energy emanating from its ever so powerful force

I hear the sound of the flow of the river

I smell the freshness of the green

A place of water and sand of flowers and rocks

I sit there to contemplate, to write, to paint and sometimes to get resolved.

I wish I may ,I wish I might, have this wish with love and light………

Every day I spend an hour or more

Sitting in a coffee shop on the streets I adore

Harmoniously  indulged in a conversation with my loved one

We watch the array of strangers passing by us

We discuss and contemplate the insights we encountered in our day

we count our blessings for such a beautiful day

I wish I may ,I wish I might, have this wish with love and light………

On certain nights where the city sleeps and nature takes a bow

I slow dance to a gentle melody engulfed in the scent of the one I love.

In utter silence we gently touch,

A tender kiss a soft caress

We take the steps to dance and laugh

We thank the Lord for the Love we have

I wish I may ,I wish I might, have this wish with love and light………

My soul is free to express itself

Within the confines of my body it tells

To allow my spirit to show itself

on the shores of nature I dance in a spell

With the power of passion taking over me

Without a care in the world to who can see me.

I wish I may ,I wish I might, have these wishes with love and light………With all my heart i wish tonight to have the wish that i find ever so bright

Gliding to life

( march 27th 1999)

Restlessly my soul glides, so peacefully across your crystal like space

Dancing to the rhythm of wind blown melodies

Touching a white cloud with my very finger tips

Feeling its imaginary existence playing with my every emotion

FREEDOM. .my soul cries out


Soul Mates

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