breath in

Sunrays

 gray skies

orange limelight

 red blurs at dusk

flowers blooming into life

Poesia MariArte

 learning patience reflecting with time

with each of life lessons

Wisdom strikes with rebellion

They fear what the y can’t control

Free minds

liberated thoughts

Light the match, release

Life

Storms exposing

constant transferring of emotions

raw fire that gives meaning

with each beat I witness sunrays of brilliance

breath-in

beauty

love

and healing

 metaphors hidden

To find oneself in echoes of cities

 Drumming and feet leading

Drumming and feet leading

Drumming and feet ….

Navigating my destiny

A way that contradicts the world we live in 

I said another way of living that contradict the world I live in

I still walk on a path of ancestral bloodlines

Breath Fuego of Warriors

 alters of medicine healing prayers

in a continent colonized

before institutions denied our existence

our past

called us

dirty, inferior, primitive

chained our minds

lies to kill la madre tierra

told us to pray inside buildings

 to feel closer to  a higher “being”

a god

listen to ancestral melodies in each heartbeat

rebel and find the

generations of warriors trapped inside mental borders

I sing poesia

Paint a different scenario

To liberate hearts in places

Where continents clash with contradictions

Capitalist addictions, bloodstains in sidewalks,

 screams, the smell of death

of the beast

In each step I am amongst

glances of fear amongst the living

And this is what they call civility

beyond our limited existence

We call ourselves legends amongst the living

But do you ever wonder about ancestral ways of thinking?

Would you call your ancestors primitive? Or do you live honoring their legacies?

Blinded by distorted false meanings

telling us we have to no right to live here

Think about the places they still call us “dirty Mexicans”  

Where grandmothers are holding generations

Do you deny her power in healing sorrows across nations?

I keep up with the drum in constant motion

reclaim a reason for breath in

brilliance of ancestral melodies in rhythms

with each drumbeat that sing us: keep feeling.

Breathing.

She told me a story

speak truth to live

escape and think beyond mental limitations

I push limits

To tell you

You don’t know me

You never cared about our liberation

So respect the strength of the wombyn that raised me

And gave me reason to keep calling out your bullshit

I walk the red road that held us

Beyond voyages into places seeking truth

to speak of survival, ancient philosophies

tree of life guides towards the sunrise 

we will rise and decolonize

The life of a free spirit enraged to find inner peace

Anger into passion and action

When the sun descends and the moon makes way

Con Poesia Arte

 I am awakened again