I Believe in Men by Rishima

“I believe in Sensitive and Kind Men.

I believe in the mystical men who believe in themselves.

I believe in men who seek temperance and peace inside them.

I believe in men poets, dreamers, magicians, writers, alchemists, artists, teachers, and angels.

I believe in men who like to dance and sing and make life a celebration.

I believe in men who embrace their wounded inner child, listen to him and embrace him true.

I believe in men who want to heal and help others to heal.

I believe in men who refuse to be slaves to their own wound and that despite the pain, they clean it and heal it patiently, with love and courage.

I believe in men who come from the stars and remember the power of their wings, the power of their hands and the power of their heart.

I believe in men who know of intuition and use it as their compass.

I believe in men who share freedom because they are free and do not know another way to live.

I believe in the men protective of women’s energy, who know how to read the look of their beloved and who do not intend to change it, simply accompany it wisely on their flight.

I believe in full men who don’t need anything from outside because they already know that everything has it inside.

I believe in men who make fire when they are cold, that take refuge in water when they are thirsty.

I believe in men with truthful eyes they see themselves and that’s why they love and respect every creature exists on earth.

I believe in men, perfectly imperfect, because it is in that imperfection is where they also find their beauty.

I believe in sensitive men who know how to receive and give love in balance, who listen and who also speak, those who live and let them live.

I believe in men who live sexuality as sacred, because they know that it is a wonderful gift.

I believe in men with clear feelings, which are accessible.

I believe in men who walk barefoot and speak to the plants.

I believe in the tender and wild men at the same time.

I believe in the sacred male and in all the divinity they have stood.”


Fire Me Up

author Cristina Gecolea, snapchat filtered image

(verses written today while sunbathing)

I feel your brightness
Caressing me
Your energy, warm
Delighting me

Vibrating, Pulsating, Gyrating
Uplifting, Freeing
Nourishing, Strengthening
All here
Just for me

The clouds can only hide you
Your beauty beckons to me
And so I return to you
Thank you for healing me

Confidence Like a Cloak

Inspired by true events; part 1:

Photo by Yan Berthemy on Unsplash
It's been 4 years since we spoke
Or seen each other
Oh, how time flies . . . 
You seem different now 

Once you were cute and awkwardly nervous,
Younger and maybe a little bit insecure
Today you are handsome, calm, 
Seemingly oh so sure
You are a bit different now

I look at your face and see
Astuteness written in the lines 
Around your eyes and mouth
Your steel blue eyes penetrate me
When you address me, directly:
"Do you like what you see?"

Realizing you are now
Who I imagined you
Would grow up to be
I gasp at the realization and
Cast my gaze downward
To avoid you 
Deeply probing me

You close the gap between us
I hear you sighing loudly
Your proximity commands me
To fix my view on your strong
Shoulders so closely on my cheek
Have you purposely trapped me
Against the hard wall I feel
Insistently pressing behind me?
You are intense now

You plant your lips firmly on mine
I now sigh loudly
Encouraged by that sound
Deliciously, confidently
You press me harder
Against the wall
How is your mouth 
So damn heavenly?

You begin to go lower
Onto the softness of my neck
I turn my head sharply
Gasping from your fire
I melt into your kiss
You start to lick my skin
As you breathe into me, saying
"You are mine now"

To be continued . . . 

Unending Love

My favourite love poem by Rabindranath Tagore:

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

My Fave Passage from Khalil Gibran

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. . . let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.