A kiss can be a light breeze that caresses my skin,

or a dive underwater,

watching beams of sunlight, flickering.

A kiss can be a wave that splashes in my eyes,

with a slight gasp for breath.

In that I get a subtle glimpse of nature’s wrath.

As larger waves will make me tumble, I need to remain calm

but its difficult to meditate when I’m in an animal realm.

I’m overwhelmed in admiration of such epic currents,

but who knows, they might lead to many little islands.

Still, my first instinct is to stick to coastal waters.

Yes, the open sea is peaceful, but it’s scary

No sense of direction or time.

No idea where the land may be.

Floating without control,

Fading power, in the flow,

Fading memories of the soil.

Isn’t it all about letting go?

This is the dream, the wilderness of water,

Taking you away, taking you home.

My longing feels like an artery explosion.

A compressed affection,

yearning to materialize

As words, songs and action

Falling, flowing through incessant personal declarations.

My longing makes it difficult to maintain

the usual cool weather of inner conversations.

As I dive deeper and my ears get plugged,

My swimming gets more frantic.

And I panic, with the thought of backtracking

into a cage with the lock stuck in shark's teeth.

Until you give me that dose of adrenaline

To wake me up from a bad trip

And light shines again as reality seeps back into my blood.

...I lay around and watch the "Buddha smiling through the sun"

What kind of zone am I in? where I create my dreams, my nightmares

involuntarily

my heavens, havens and hells

all merged into a world of wonder,

but really it's batshit crazy.

In my trembling I find solace

Knowing there is no valid solution

This is bigger than me, or the world, and solar system

The question is a solo sustained... the answers, abstract.

The framework, solid:

We are simple soldiers in love

So I will battle, but I will rebel.

While passing by a river, I saw my rock on the hill.

I sat, out of breath, sweaty, tired,

the view was vast, bright and still.

I squinted from the light glimmering on the sea

The same sea I’ve been sailing, where the sun reflects its beams

And where horizon melts, the moon peeks.

Now, on a small island,

I watched the light travel through the bushes and leaves,

This wide line, where blue and green meets.

The last hour of daylight passes as fast as the clouds slow down,

to soak in the orange, pink, and red

And while they got their fluffy coats painted

The sun quickly bled,

into everything the sky hosted that evening;

Hilltops, reflections and roofs, scattered around.

A panorama, fading with the sky, turned dark

except for the lit windows dotting the scene.

Now, seen, now recognized,

Gone inside and out, was the strife

In mental health and in social life

My freedom, in a truer sense, has been finalized.

Gone were my breasts!

The lumps of dread -that prompted the names

(the shaming whispers, and the hurtful stares).

Gone were the curves that mismatched my soul

To give way to feeling more whole.

Now seen, now heard,

My new voice holds power in each word

A position that’s tricky, though preferred

It adds dimensions to my world-

as of now the tables have turned.