~ IN THE HANDS OF GRACE~

I yearn to cry in this instant

Only to relieve my soul

From years & years of holding back

Afraid of tears

 

I want to cry

Naked today

Only to cleanse all of my skin

The piercing wound I’ve inflicted on myself this time

In the place where I took my first breath

 

I want to shed a peaceful tear

On a terrace of hopes & dreams

At the sight of luminous mountains

Without regret

Without censor

I want to Be

 

I want to ponder on the Truth

To say I’ve loved so faithfully

Beautifully

Without self glance
and lift it all in prayer
to God’s very hands

For blessing in His own way

 

I want to pray &  shed a tear

A word that says “I AM”

An unspoken voice that runs from ties

And a heart surviving

In magical Grace

For as many days as Heaven wishes…

That I Be. 

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©Anaid K.C.

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~Renewal~

~I cried one last tear
before I hit the ground
I pleaded for years 
but it wasn’t around
neglecting my fears
I now stand up and shout…
“This is me…and I count”
 
~I waited a year
giving all which I vowed 
I played on death’s ears
and survived it somehow
a hummingbird on my window
sang out loud …
“Won’t you smile, won’t you smile?”
 
~I sang to that song
though it had been a while
sweet melody embracing my aches
with pure smiles
a choir of angels appeared from all sides
Saying …
“from now on your illness subsides”
 
~I swam like a mermaid
in this ocean so true
I believe it is real
with my eyes closed I do
I sing to the world 
now it has come my turn
“I will live
&
I will dance too!”
 
Org. 27092009/Delray Beach, FL
©Anaid K.C.
 

~G Y P S Y W O R D S~

Riding into a daydream

my horse so wild

it only responds to the sound of my calling

my gentle calling

spontaneous calling

always for an adventure to come.

Dreaming by day

working by starlight

as I write

I foretell my own fortune

as well as the luck from a few whom I love

I tell of my dreams which hint of our lives

I tell of my instincts

and of my vibes

I am a gypsy.

A trillion of silks envelop my being

a richness of auras embraces my skin

and after all the dancing by the moon tonight

has exhausted my traveling feet

I retire to sleep at the sound of the creek

the creek from which I drink

as the sunlight comes to greet.

I win all my battles

the ones I choose to beat

as I defeat my demons

and the demons on the street

My swords are my own hands

the only palms I cannot read

my eyes could tell stories

which my lips don’t care to speak

I am a wanderer.

I reside under one velvet shawl

I knitted for my fleet

taking nothing from all places

which enrich me while I sleep

I give away my love made treasures

Be they jewels

Be they me

Be they words of wisdom

Be they inspirations to complete

I give my all I have to give

none of it is meant for me and not for keeps

I pass on forward all my knowing

my gold coins

my rose hips

I toss them all up to the Universe

up towards Heaven

Above me

in the hands of the Father

I rest my fate

my destiny

for I know nothing is my own

the Lord is my shepherd

and I His Gypsy.

©Anaid K.C.

(~05092012DC)