I’m striving for a change

both on the outside and inside

building anew on top of yesterday’s sacrifices.

Whether we take a leap or a few baby steps

it  is still a step towards an evolution,

and not the kind that’s spontaneous or drastic

but the kind that’s both subtle yet intense.

Leaving you feeling a mix of uncertainty and excitement,

because you took a step towards something you hope is better

and you don’t know what the end is going to look like,

but the process is always ongoing

and a better you awaits.

Time Capsules

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We seal our memories in portable time capsules

like pictures and videos

in hopes of capturing a moment or feeling that we deem treasuring.

Not knowing that moment is apart of a past we can’t go back to,

and the before and after picture are of people or things

that you moved on from

or remind you of the things you wish to forget.



You and I are like  treasured seeds

brought into this earth to create

to nourish and sustain the environment we live in.

though we may differ on the outside

we both share the same origin and purpose

which is to bring forth and share our latent gifts,

but more than that we are given a choice

as to what we can become.

Will you and I strive to be better

and bloom to something greater?

Will we choose to be stagnate

or even worse  go backwards,

and not bring forth the potential we know lies within.

Kahlil Gibran

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Captivating, inspirational and honest

just a few words to describe Kahlil Gibran

a man who lived a short life,

but in that time bared his soul and expressed words full of love and vigor

narrating stories of all forms that easily captures  and moves the reader.

His contribution to the world was paramount,

and to this day still influences and reshapes minds of all ages and all backgrounds

especially mine to which I’m eternally grateful for.

He died relatively young but his soul is evermore,

as are his words.



It was Kahlil’s 136th birthday on 06/01/20.His impact was profound and is one of the few writers I have to pause when reading his work to properly absorb his words and its meaning.  Kahlil’s work is more than just prose or poems but of life itself whether it’s joy, pain, sorrow or in between.



Hope is the opposite to despair

as sorrow is to joy.

Yet as often as we experience these extremes

we cannot afford to do without them.

As enticing as a world of positivity and joy sounds

How would we be able to comprehend such  happiness and comfort

without sorrow or pain to contrast it and teach us the difference.

In my understanding maybe the goal is not to put one over the other,

but  to do like the ancients always preached

which is to strive and live in balance.


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Some gaze at the stars looking for answers

while others holds hands and pray in silence

Regardless of how you choose to pray or lack of

what doesn’t change is our ingenuity to overcome the challenges we face.

If the esteemed River Ganges, Nile,Yangtze and many others

could narrate the story of mankind

what kind of stories would they share with us.

Stories like betrayal and forgiveness

hopes and unfulfilled dreams

the birth of new kingdoms and the fall of old ones.

If these rivers could talk

they would remind us of our greatest gift

our compassion, faith and understanding

treasured pieces that make up what it means to be human.

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It takes awhile to understand one’s inner pain

and self confession.

Whose voice is it that you hear?

and which one do you trust?

My soul is like a deep abyss

which I’ve flung myself into

in hopes of better learning who and what I am,

and letting go of fear, self-doubt and ignorance.


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Eyes that penetrate.

Eyes that pierce.

Eyes that glow

and eyes that understand both pain and joy.

Eyes that radiate with warmth

and those that glower with coldness.

Eyes that are wise

and eyes bearing hardships.

Eyes can tell us a lot about someone

Whether it’s their health, feelings or state of mind.

They narrate a story all in their own way.

Caught in the Middle



like the middle child

is neither hot or cold

yet is caught between two seasons

 who loathe one another yet one cannot exist without the other.

When it is Autumn’s turn to shine

Winter exhales it’s frosty breath,

and Summer in return withdraws its warmth

leaving Autumn alone in the middle

unable to complain

with Spring inside the belly of Mother Nature

waiting to show off as a new born heralding a New Year.


The power to reach one another

is a beauty with no comparison.

Our differences are what makes us unique,

but it’s our similarities that remind us that we are whole.

Patience and forgiveness are traits worth cherishing

and one that I’m trying to learn.

Life can be both simple and complex,

and can make you both smile and cry at the same time.