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Showing posts with label Pandora's Caja. Show all posts

Rice Paper Wings

Rice Paper Wings....
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Each day it beings…......
The cycle….....
The change….....
I am born carried by the ....
gentle inspiration of His breath.....
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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…......
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On my rice paper wings~....
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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…....
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Then He touches me and renews me….....
His words whispered….....
words that can only be interpreted by ones soul…......
and again I take flight…......
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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.
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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.
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But it was not the box that needed to yield….
It was me……in that moment, my spirit let go….
And the box opened….
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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.