Guadalupe S P

Guadalupe S P Jul 15

Don’t make me an urn, make me a botellon de Barro for water.

Tell me as many times as you want that I should make a coffin, I will still make the frame of my bed first
, and over it, I will make love. I will make love

Guadalupe S P Jul 15

Three things to cultivate (joy, meaning & peace)

I pick goldenrod flowers to put in water, a smile calling joy.
I open a bag of obleas de amaranto and crack one in half to make the meaningful.
I sit on a mat with a window overlooking pine trees, watching every sorrow and happiness shimmer over my green needles of experience while accepting I am just an observer watching through my eyes’ windows.

Joy, meaning and peace.

Guadalupe S P Jul 8

patience heart ( a slow slug of a girl )

I will listen attentively as you knock on my door to propose a walk on a rainy day in sneakers and a light windbreaker. Heart, I will walk even if you take me through the mud.And if you can slow your pace and let me sit to look at the droplets collect on a common dandelion in my soaked hair & the wrong attire, then I promise you I will slug it out with you, my heart.

often times we abandon our heart sometimes for the comfort of others, for the safety and not risk, or because we yet do not trust our heart. But we should come back to our hearts and cultivate a compassion strong for our selves, trust ourselves and our heart. Maybe the lesson to learn is a hard one that requires pain for growth but if we abandon the heart then we never do grow.

Guadalupe S P Jul 7

Capital “C”

Coriander on a small rotating counter rack
    Left foot first with a smile
         Unless there is a fire in which case get the
Emergency fire extinguisher and try to put the
Simmering fire of such a young girl's
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Guadalupe S P Jul 7

so i can see your eyes looking back at me as i suspend time.

I have taken all parts you have given:
your small brown feet and your mastery of words, the way you danced and the way you fed those you loved, adding salt to the molcajete, adding prayer to the skies: I practice every day, come good, come bad. come a revolt of words: i show my face

Guadalupe S P Jul 7

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There is one green mat by the window
my brother, my mother and I use it

Behind it is a window with a old red pine
i watch its needles under the evening light

each of us arriving on the rubber surface for a need to stretch the body and the heart

Guadalupe S P Jul 6

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Your world is as wide as eternity, looping over and over again. The constellations keep birthing light, and all things are bursting, brimming: all bears life. How do you tell them this?