My Time Is Now

My Time is Now

by Candela

In the dark, in the shadows
Why am I here?
In a place where my wings can't take flight
Where my heart and soul yearn for more.
But my time has come
I am letting go of fear
I am listening to my inner voice
Spreading my broken wings
They can once again fly.
One step at a time
Getting closer to the door
The one that was once closed
It is now wide open.
My dreams are no longer dreams
I can feel it, I can taste it
I am here, walking to my destiny
Change has come and I am able to let go.
Let go of my fears and apprehensions
No longer a prisoner of my own thoughts
I could now trust a higher being with my fate
I am ready, I am uplifted
My time is now!


Mi Tiempo Es Ahora
Por Candela

En la oscuridad, en las sombras
¿Por qué estoy aquí?
En un lugar donde mis alas no pueden volar
Donde mi corazón y alma añoran más.
Pero mi tiempo ha llegado
Para dejar atrás el temor
Para escuchar mi voz interior
Abriendo mis alas para que pueden volar una vez mas
De paso en paso,
Acercándome a la puerta
La que una vez estuvo cerrada
Ahora esta completamente abierta
Mis sueños ya no son sueños
Ya lo siento, ya lo puedo probar
Estoy aquí, caminando hacia mi destino
Mi cambio ha llegado
Y ya puedo soltarme
Soltar mis temores y aprensiones
Sin ya ser presa de mis propios pensamientos
Ahora puedo fiarme que un ser más alto decida mi destino
Estoy lista, estoy inspirada
¡Mi tiempo es ahora!

In My Element

In was in my element

Walking down the proverbial yellow brick road of life

I knew what I wanted, where I wanted to be and how I was going to get there.

But somewhere, somehow, when I wasn’t looking the path dissolved

In a millisecond, the same amount of time that it takes you to blink,

I was floating in a sea of nothing.

No one knew, no one could tell because my feet kept moving

Moving through shear muscle and emotional memory

Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, and hours to days and so forth, and so on, and ad infinitum.

I could feel you before I saw you

I could hear the intoxicating sounds that I would come to know as your voice.

You intertwined your fingers with the hand of my soul

I knew what I wanted, where I wanted to be, and how I was going to get there

I wasn’t going to find it at the end of a proverbial yellow brick road

I found it in you.

En mi elemento

Caminando por el proverbial camino amarillo de la vida

Yo sabía lo que quería, donde quería estar y cómo iba a llegar.

Pero en algún lugar, de alguna manera, cuando yo no estaba mirando

El camino se disolvió, en un una milésima de segundo,

La misma cantidad de tiempo que le toma a uno parpadear,

Yo estaba flotando en un mar de nada.  

Nadie supo, nadie se daba cuenta porque mis pies se seguían moviendo

Moviéndose  por mis puros músculos y memoria emocional

De segundos a minutos, minutos a horas, horas a días, así sucesivamente hasta la infinidad

Te podía sentir antes de verte

Podía oír los sonidos embriagadores que llegaría a conocer como tu voz

Entrelazaste tus dedos con la mano de mi alma

Sabía lo que quería, donde quería estar, y cómo iba a llegar ahí

No lo iba a encontrar al final del proverbial camino amarillo 

Lo encontré en ti.  

  

Translation by Candela

Rice Paper Wings

Rice Paper Wings....

.. ..

Each day it beings…......

The cycle….....

The change….....

I am born carried by the ....

gentle inspiration of His breath.....

.. ..

I change…the necessary metamorphosis…....

I become what I need to be in that moment,....

daughter, mother, wife….lover.....

On my wings I carry the hopes and dreams....

of those that I touch…......

.. ..

On my rice paper wings~....

.. ..

At the best of times, I am able…....

able to keep my wings in flight.....

Then there are times when I am sure….....

that with the next great wind….....

they will be ripped away from me …....

and I will plummet into the never ending....

Blackness beneath me…....

.. ..

Then He touches me and renews me….....

His words whispered….....

words that can only be interpreted by ones soul…......

and again I take flight…......

.. ..

On my rice paper wings~....

Alas del papel de arroz…. …. Cada día él seres ......... El ciclo ........ El cambio ........ Nazco llevado por…. inspiración apacible de su respiración ..... …. Cambio… la metamorfosis necesaria ....... Hago lo que necesito para ser en ese momento,…. hija, madre, esposa….amante ..... En mis alas llevo las esperanzas y los sueños…. de ésos eso toco ......... …. En mi wings~ del papel de arroz…. …. En el mejor de épocas, puedo ....... capaz de guardar mis alas en vuelo ..... Entonces hay las épocas en que estoy seguro ........ eso con el gran viento siguiente ........ serán arrancadas de mí ....... y caeré a plomo en el interminable…. Grado de oscuridad debajo de mí ....... …. Después él me toca y me renueva ........ Sus palabras susurraron ........ palabras que se pueden interpretar solamente por unas alma ......... y tomo otra vez vuelo ......... …. En mi wings~ del papel de arroz….

Singing To The Wind

Singing to the Wind



While I slept, my soul was stolen from me.

A thief had come in the night,

silent and dark as shadow.

I woke to an emptiness that reached back

to the beginning of time.

I asked the birds had they seen my soul,

And they did not know.

I asked the trees had they seen my soul,

And they did not know.

I asked the sun and the moon surely they would know,

For they were the wisest, the first of God’s creations,

When He separated the light from the darkness,

And they did not know.

I asked the great waters,

for they touched the entire world,

And they did not know.

Then in the stillness….came the wind….and it spoke,

“Sing to me; sing to me the song

that only your soul,

and your soul alone can understand,

and I will carry your song.

I will carry it to the ends of the earth,

and I will find your soul.

And so I sang…..

I sang to the wind….

I sang until I wept…..

That night, as I slept, I felt the soft

cool caress of the wind.

And again, it spoke, but this time

in a whisper, “I have found your soul.”

And it place my soul in the black void,

And I was filled….

I was complete.


Canto al viento Mientras que dormí, mi alma fue robada de mí. Un ladrón había venido en la noche, silencioso y obscuridad como sombra. Desperté a un vacío que alcanzó detrás al principio del tiempo. Pregunté a pájaros los tenía vistos mi alma, Y no sabían. Pedí los árboles los tenía vista mi alma, Y no sabían. Pedí el sol y la luna que sabrían seguramente, Para ellos eran los más sabios, los primeros de las creaciones de dios, Cuando él separó la luz de la oscuridad, Y no sabían. Pedí las grandes aguas, para ellas tocaron el mundo entero, Y no sabían. Entonces en la calma….vino el viento….y habló, “Cánteme; cánteme la canción que solamente su alma, y su alma solamente puede entender, y llevaré su canción. La llevaré a los extremos de la tierra, y encontraré su alma. Y canté tan ..... Canté al viento…. Canté hasta que llorara ..... Que noche, mientras que dormí, sentía la suavidad caricia fresca del viento. Y otra vez, habló, solamente este vez en un susurro, “he encontrado su alma.” Y él lugar mi alma en el vacío negro, Y me llenaron…. Era completo. 

Pandora's Box

 I decided to post this poem so you could learn a little something about how Pandora's Caja came to be. This is a Chayanne inspired poem that I wrote when I was going though a tough moment. I was listening to my favorite Chay song, we all know what that is about now right, and this is what came out....I really didn't know what what inside...it's funny how listening to music that is so inspiring can have an affect on you.... took Chayanne to bring it out...

~Peace

Pandora’s Box

It was given to me…
It was given to me in the moment of my creation.
Beautiful…gilded…when I touched it…
It seemed to move beneath my fingers.
But it would not open… it would not yield
To my desire…my desire to know
Its secrets locked inside.

What it carried, I did not know.
.. ..
I wanted to see…
To know what secrets lay inside,
But I was afraid… afraid of what
I might find, of what I might see.

But the box would not yield its mysteries to me.
.. ..

But it was not the box that needed to yield….
It was me……in that moment, my spirit let go….
And the box opened….
.. ..

Out of the box
came all of my deepest fears….
my hurts….
my disappointments…..

They hovered above me
like the blackest cloud…
I had been betrayed
by the beauty of the box.

But I looked into the box
deeper still…
and there it was…
one
small
light….

I held it in my hand….
and it began to grow brighter
My fear became strength….
My hurt became hope…
And my disappointments
became my dreams.