Even Butterflies Bleed

The folded winged butterfly

Shook and struggled

On her way out of her cocoon!

Dark were the nights

She remained waiting

For the dawn of her release

Shrouded with fragile layer

Of hope, but she hold on

to it with an iron zeal. It’s life

or death. Emerging triumphantly

Spreading magnificent wings

Towards her new being, changed

grown stronger, the newly born

Butterfly began to fly. Down where

She was writing her new beginning,

I saw drops of blood. I looked up

And understood. Even butterflies

Bleed towards a better, magnificent

New beginnings! Why don’t we?!

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The Mountain

View at snow capped mountains on a cloudy winter day. Time lapse.

As I was approaching

The highland, where the

Road to the Mountain

Starts; I saw the snow capped

Top first. The Mountain stood

There facing the blows of

The wind carving scars on

His face, and he seemed

patiently bearing the

Heavy burden of the

Falling snow over his

Head. I saw the erusion

That this burden made

On every crevice of

The rocks.

Yet, our Mountain stood

Tall and strong. Perhaps

For the deeply rooted

Faith, that the wind

Will evantually soften,

And the snow will

Melt by time.

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Where do broken hearts go at night?

When the day buzz dims

Under the heavy blanket of the night,

And the silence reigns over the dark,

The broken hearts awake to nurse

The pains and the aches they masked

During the day.

Motherless children moan,

Widows and widowers groan,

Mothers and fathers hearts ache

Over troublesome kids.

Hearts who lost loved ones,

Hearts who suffer from someone,

Hearts who lost the dreams,

And hearts who yearn for

This which they cannot attain;

Their pain is unbearable.

It’s loud and deep and real.

Pain so real it breaks even

The strongest of hearts.

Broken hearts go down the alleys

Of their memory lane.

Memories of old, and recent

Ones too. Some are solace,

Some are torture to go through.

Only those broken hearts

Who come back and soar

Upward, towards the heaven,

Are saved. Those who kindle

The hope and prayers, start

To heal. Little by little, with

Every morning new, those broken

Hearts mend.

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Then Hope Took Roots©

Under a rocky soil

A stubborn flower

Grew. Aiming for

The sun above,

It raised its head

And stood tall,

And looked strong.

Somewhere deep

underneath the surface,

There in the dark,

Hope was born.

Hope took roots

And lived to tell

A tale of triumph.

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The Golden Shore!

Beyond the horizon

Of a calm azure sea,

I have sailed through

Many storms, here

I am! I rest at the 

Golden shore.

Just like the albatross ,

 Riding the winds

Searching, learning,

Growing gradually

Accustomed to the

Turbulence of the 

Forever tumbling

Gale. I have reached

The Golden Shore.

Fighting Titans, as I was

Sailing with heavy burdens 

like Atlas of long

Before.  

I have accepted my role,

Fulfilled my chores, and

Grew and learned and

Befriended the wind, the oceans,

And the waves.

I was awake in my dreams,

I was present in my wake,

And I submitted to my fate

With grace and wisdom.

I saw Medusa through 

True mirrors and realized

That its beauty is fake.

I counted stars while

I stood upon the ground

Firm and strong.

I am not Icarus, I understood,

I learned not to 

Trust falsehood.

I kept my head straight,

Fish rot from the head

Down, they said. I learned.

Through storms, and alluring 

Brass beaches, I fought,

Like a true warrior inviolable. 

Like Tarik, who burned all

His ships upon reaching

The Golden Shore.

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The Eagle With Broken Wings

Bald Eagle, Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve, Alaska, USA

Praise be to God

That I am an eagle

Even with my broken

Wings I am still

free. I can still smell

The fresh smell

Of the pine trees

Even though I

Fell down from

The top, I am still

Alive and strong

My will is unbend

And my spirit is

still soaring dignified.

The skies above are

Thunderous and

Grey. The ground below

Full of traps and thorns.

Praise be to God,

I learned to navigate

Through danger

Never lose sight

Never lose hope!

Even with broken wings

I am still an eagle

Eyeing the world

From above

My body is full

Of injuries, but

My spirit is unscathed

I was born to soar

I was born for higher

Goals and fit for

Higher places..

I will endure this

Pain and I will

Live through the

Thunder in hope

Undiminished of a

Bright day when

I will spread my

Wings and fly

And fly, and fly,

Right above the

Grayness of today

To that brilliant

Summit where I

Belong.

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Shards of Glass Memories

Moments of loss,

Of pain, beyond

Our capacity of

Comprehension, beyond

Our ability to

Understand of

How to deal with them,

Yet we cannot forget.

Instead, we bury

Them deep inside

The deepest layer

Of our being. By time,

We cover these painful

Memories with layers

Upon layers of happenings

In our lives. Nevertheless,

These memories keep hurting

And hurting from deep within. like

shared glass cutting through our skin.

Bleeding deep inside.

Distance Does Not Matter!©

Crocus Flower Peeking Up Through The Snow. Spring. Southcentral Alaska.

sand of beach caribbean sea

Distance does not matter

To the sea, it does not matter

To the ocean, they still find

each other- waves of devotion

greet the shore.

Distance does not matter

to the river, it still delivers.

Distance does not matter

To the sun, it does not matter

To the moon- rays and beams

Full of warmth

When it shines bright and true.

Distance does not matter

To the heart that loves.

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Revenant is He who Awakens to the Truth.©

re_select_1.00000874 Leonardo DiCaprio stars in THE REVENANT, an immersive and visceral cinematic experience capturing one manÕs epic adventure of survival and the extraordinary power of the human spirit. Photo Credit: Courtesy Twentieth Century Fox. Copyright © 2015 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation. All rights reserved. THE REVENANT Motion Picture Copyright © 2015 Regency Entertainment (USA), Inc. and Monarchy Enterprises S.a.r.l. All rights reserved. Not for sale or duplication.

The movie, The Revenant takes a raw aim at the human nature and dissect it to the bone. I haven’t seen anything quite like it. First I was shocked by the brutality and the rawness of it all; yet I kept watching. Then it hit me and jolted my soul…the realization of the human nature with all its facades vs. Nature itself. Awakening!

All was tangible and real right in front of my eyes. The virginity of the snow, the harsh yet serene winter, the remoteness of the place, and the shabby print of the white man’s presence on it …bringing greed, weapons, destruction, diversion and hate.

It cuts deeper into the human nature layer by layer. You see it raw, crude, and as natural as it was when man was first created. Love between husband and wife, father and son, family, tribe, and friendship. Loyalty and comradeship vs. betrayal that cuts deeper and hurt longer than the marring of a giant grizzly. Faith when it purifies the soul and heal the wounds as portrayed by the native man (Hikuc)’s dealing with the loss of his family:

“Hikuc: My heart bleeds. But revenge is in the creator’s hands”;

On the other hand, when egoism and arrogance hijack Faith and turns it into extremism  as portrayed by the character Fitzgerald.

Then racism, white-man-supremacy with its power, discrimination, greed, stealing lands and conquering people. The movie is an experience, a revelation that transforms the viewer and force him to look face to face deep within.

My intention is not to write about the movie, but to share a synopsis about the feelings that it may stir in you, it’s so powerful, it compels us to reflect and think. Revenant, may will be, all of us who are awakened to the truth.

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This photo provided by courtesy of Twentieth Century Fox shows, Leonardo DiCaprio as Hugh Glass, in a scene from the film, “The Revenant,” directed by Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu. The 73rd annual Golden Globe nominations in film and television categories will be announced Thursday morning, Dec. 10, 2015, in Beverly Hills, Calif. (Courtesy Twentieth Century Fox via AP)

Things That Cannot Be Seen by The Naked Eye!©

The Sadness that

Someone’s hide

Behind a smile

Can not be seen by

The naked eye.

The envy in someone’s heart

Can not be seen by

The naked eye.

The yearning that

Burns in someone’s soul

Can not be seen by

The naked eye.

Feeling hurt, the broken spirit,

The weary soul…

All this and more

Can not be seen by

The naked eye.

The thoughts that float

In my my mind, flashes of

Past memories that

Dance around deep

Inside…

Surrounds me with

A bubble of my own

Reality so far apart

Than yours who sits here

Beside me sipping your coffee.

Storms that rage in the

Horizon within, while I

Seem calm.  Clouds of doubt

That may block the sun

Of trust, are kept there

Building walls of resentment.

Somethings better left

Unseen, unrevealed, but

Other things are better

Felt by you, only if you

Try to see through

The bubble.

©Gainperspectiveblog 4/1/2018