Ra in a Bow

When the world was still sleep she reached for the edge of the grassy cliff. There she sat, pointing her green orbs to stare at the dark infinity in front of her.

She awaited, breathing the cold chilly air, then, it started.
First came the parade of the reds, shy at first they appeared like dim paintbrushes centered on a spot right in the centre of her field of view, extending left and right and fading up into hues of dark blue.

Then it rose up, pushing away the secret of her private darknesses up, up, and up some more, secluding it up in the sky and then painting it al in light and colour, putting to sleep the holy of the night back in its rooms.

The fire globe then appeared, crossing the dark line of the horizon. The dew on the grass around her started doing the magic, transforming those oblique rays into a thousand little rainbows.

This made her smile.
“I wish to be like you”
she breathed to herself.
“to produce rainbows, out of Ra, the Sun”.
“Ra in bow”

February 28, 2020 0

Not All Instants Are Made Equal

Not all the instants in time are made equal.

Some may last and last and last. They are long days, or they stretch through them. Still not leaving us anything. Sand, flowing through our fingers, leaving us nothing.

Others may last a split instant. They come and go like flashes. The moment you try to stretch your breath to inhale them, they are gone. Still, these are the ones that will inhabit us forever. Small moments that changes our lives, forever. Sometimes we do not recognise them at first, we take time to understand that a precise instant will stay for us forever.

Maybe a lot of what we truly are is in there, In these small seeds. Maybe the hourglass of our time existed for that purpose. To create that single grain of sand in the immensity of time, we build all our lives around them. They are delicate, fragile, non tangible. Those moments are the ones visiting us at night, over and over. Some are there to warm us, some to cuddle us, some to remember us we are mortals, some to remember us we are love, others exist to guide us.
And on and on and on.

Not all moments are created equal.I got mines, we all have our ones.
They are our luggage, they are what dresses our souls, helping us being what we are.

#kittythoughts

February 25, 2020 0

Remembers, maybe.

What are the memories, coming to visit us at night under the stars, other times sneaking with us in bed before sleep? What are they?
Maybe this is what they are.

Splinters of Infinity,
defying time,
reversing its arrow,
swimming upstream
the mists of time till reaching us,
wrapping us, blessing us
searching for peace
giving us their peace.

Shards of existence,
to hold sacred.

February 21, 2020 0

Simply

She is a woman,
at times a dragon, a kitty or maybe a flower,
should I’ve said an Ocean, or rather the Sky?

White clouds perhaps, or rather a rainbow?
No. She’s much more than that,
she‘s a woman. Simply.

February 18, 2020 3

Essence doesn’t know Absence

February 17, 2020 0

In Her Mind, over coffee

“You should see someone”

“I’m seeing you”

“No, I’m in your head”

“But i see You”

“Then you should see someone else, outside your head, and outdoors”

“My head is not so big to see two of you. Oh and you are not tricking me, I know what you mean. You’d like me to see someone outside my head. No, no, there is nothing good for me outside it.”

“No NO NO NO NO! And do not play smart! Shut up. Listen, remember what you’ve been told yesterday by that doc? Have you thought about that?”

“Oh yes, the Panic thing and bla bla bla .
I don’t believe those things, that is just a psycho thing. It would mean I’d a boat in the Ocean, taken by storms, unable to do anything when they comes.
I don’t believe that, it’s not what’s happening to me ok?
It’s not happening because I can’t afford it, so it’s all ok. It’s all chit chat.
Do not worry, I said I agree and convinced the doc he was right, he will be fine with me, he was reassured when I smiled.”

“NO! Please, NO! You understood nothing. A fucking NOTHING.
Are you listening? Are you? And Instead of that? What’s your head thinking? “

“That it is idiocy. But keep it between you and me, it took a lot and it was boring to convince him. The girl he was speaking about need just getting busy and distracted, once her head will be busy, locked, gagged, not fed, not let to dream, not let to cry, she’ll be just fine, trust me.

Oh, More coffee would be good, isn’t it?”

February 13, 2020 0

The Morning After

I am lost and found
the morning after

It all whispers Your name
in me, with me

Inside of me Your gift,
mixed with mine

You are not here yet You are here
the morning after

Naked
Yours

Always naked
Always Yours

Every morning after

February 11, 2020 0

Impossible Love

It Exists

The Impossible Love.
It reveals itself with a simple thought,
baffling, unattainable, ripping Thy soul.

The non pretending Love,
unconditional, inevitable, resigned
contented by the simple thought of Thee.

Whenever you silence your conscience
bully it comes back
loud of its promises, its wishes
those flights that you only can quench
by singing it, crying it, dancing it
embracing it.

February 10, 2020 0

♡ 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 ♡

“Strong women do this, strong women do that.
A strong woman don’t, a strong woman do …”.
All over the places we are told how a strong woman is the one who doesn’t beg, doesn’t ask, doesn’t stay where she’s not explicitly wanted and requested to please be.

We are told how a strong woman should pretend to be this or that, how she should turn her shoulders in case this is not happening. Oh, no, I do not literally agree to that. It leaves out so much. A strong woman is simply herself, that is the truth.

A strong woman is the one
who doesn’t care about being a strong woman,
THAT is the truth.

I am strong when I beg and I am silent, as much as when I demand to be listened.

Am I not strong when I stay somewhere, even knowing that me giving my time and dedication is not requested and eventually will get to nowhere if not into a gift that may be used or not?

Isn’t that a true sign of how strong and self confident I am?

Isn’t a woman strong when she allows herself to hope for the impossible?

Isn’t she the strongest being when that will make her fall and then rise again to dream again and again?

How is it that society has pushed us to be slaves to a completely utilitarian way of thinking? How is it that more and more it is “do ut des” and aligning to a way of thinking and behaving that determines and create a categorisation between who is “strong” and who is “weak”. To drive people into seeing as stronger the one who “takes” as compared to the one who “gives” is wrong.

Such way of thinking is blind, superficial, it leaves out the core of of self affirmation, it does not recognise the strength of hearts in its entirety, cutting out half of it.

Take this writing, for example. Maybe this has no meaning to exist, maybe it will be read by none, or it can be considered small shitty collection of thoughts of a little woman, “weak maybe” because it has no reason to exist and will lead to nothing.

Well, the fact is: I am ME, and I do it anyway and the fact that maybe a part of me even hopes that someone smiles and feel motivated thinking alike makes me feel ok, it makes me feel everything but not a weakie. Take this writing, I write it because I feel like writing it, because I think these things, and if no one ever read it but it still stays written, well, that is one more reason why I am strong, while being a simple “dreamergirl” at the same time.

Strong women are the ones that stay, IF they WANT, till they want, and then go. They might stay till they get close to breaking, if they want, or till they feel it is enough, or not a minute. They can stay and then maybe regret they stayed too long, but proud they did their best.

Strong women don’t beg? Wrong.
They beg too, IF they WISH and find it worth.
They do it because they are strong, and their begging is a gift.
Strong woman are the ones who are themselves, full stop.

Dominant, submissive, begging, staying, going, whatever. They are any way they want and feel. Respectfully, with awareness, and heart. Most of all, strong women do not give a damn about being categorised as strong women.

I Stay, I beg, I speak, I write, I affirm, I make mistakes, I face them, I don’t escape, I smile, I kneel, I love, I laugh, and more.

February 7, 2020 0

Tie Me

Oh Yes, please, tie me, so that You will witness how all day I long to stretch my hand to offer Thee myself.

Tie me, do it, do it, do it, do that as a proof of my trust in You doing to me whatever You wish and our wishes and dreams do feed each other.
Offered, One with you, Relying.

Do it, and when You will, You will sense in every cell, on your skin, how I do ache when we are not connected and how my love pulls you to return to me. Yours, fierce, desirous, free within our knots.
Tie me with your love, Your care, the power that binds us.

And if You will decide to tie me wordlessly, You will know me there. My eyes will speak and you will smile. Do it and I will make You feel the Goddess in my mortal life. Do it and my love, lust, and sacred desire will pull You, making You feel like hurrying to Your Kitty to find her melting in lustrous desire and immense true living passion.
Tie-me-not, because I am tied to You already and forever.
Tie-me-yes, though please, feel me!
Let o/Our love tie us, ropeless, through hard ropes. Let my Love crave You.
Tie me to the bedposts please, allow yourself to do that to Your Kitty please, so that she will pant for hours even more in the need of you.
Amplify this devouring need already filling my every minute make it stronger what I cannot conceive being greater.
Tie me there please, and I will fill Your heart with the image of me and my Love. Allow yourself to do it please and I promise to inhabit Your soul with the vision of my mind, heart and body, as I truly am, every moment of the day: YOURS, tied, belonging.
It will have in you even more palpable, the burning feeling of this love that is all Yours and need You and only You to set on fire our existences.

Tied already we are.
Intertwined forever,
in unbreakable Oneness.

February 5, 2020 0