A casi diez años de haber comenzado a hacer público mi arte en las redes sociales, me atreví a dar un paso más allá. No soy el primero, ni tampoco seré el último, que se haya lanzado a hacer palpable el amor por las palabras. Soy amante de la literatura, de la poesía y la filosofía; de la libertad de pensamiento y sentimiento, es por eso que no podía dejar de soñar con publicar un libro de mi puño y letra. Quizás sea el primer paso en firme, después de haber bailado en las nubes junto a las estrellas. Hoy afirmo con ahínco y gratitud que esto es lo que amo hacer y estoy aquí para compartirlo con ustedes, mis estimados colegas y lectores, porque no hay sueño imposible ni tampoco impedimento que sea tan poderoso como las propias ganas de hacer los sueños realidad.

Dejaré mostrados aquí los enlaces de mis redes (fuera de éstas, todo lo que encuentren es APÓCRIFO).

I will leave the links to my networks displayed here (outside of these, everything you find is APOCRYPAL).

WORDPRESS

INSTAGRAM

PATREON

BLOGGER

Esto es para ustedes.

Gracias.

Su amigo, Esu Emmanuel.

I want you all to know that no one who silences you is deserving of your words nor an explanation as to why you are choosing to walk away.💔

If what's in my heart shall be our end, I'd better be silent forever. Because, I fear losing you.

--- h.harouche

The simple act of evoking you lifts me to the heavens, that's why I love to write you... It's you... all of you... my absolute devotion.

These days I have remembered the reason for my life... and that is written in my heart as the perennial beat of a perpetual illusion that names the eternal beauty of your sacred interior, because it is to your soul, my beautiful one, that I have come to write what I bring embedded in my blood as a secret of confession.

How good it makes me love; to look at you, to have you, to know with certainty that your hand is mine and that I can take it whenever I want, as well as your lips, as well as your cheeks, as well as your skin... to your body… to your wrung out desires… Oh, beautiful of my life, how good it makes me love to know you are mine! And I take you as the sketch of this precious painting that I have been making thanks to your existence so full of the spasms of a full moon, of that star that touches with the silver of its smile the dreamy soul that, in my being, inhabits.

The True Span Of "a" Life

Eternity.....

we even try to grasp that

as never ending "time".

It is not. Time. Nope.

Eternity is an entirely different

reality from this human life

in time.

most spiritual teaching

encountered, still suffers

this major shortcoming

by often trying to inspire

with variations of this;

"you only have this

one life, and it goes by

quickly, so quickly".....

followed by a variety of

intended encouragements

to "make the most of it".

yet we really don't even know

what we are or the true purpose

of living as a human being.

Eternity is sufficient for us

to even lazily allow our days

to pass in contemplation and

our efforts to experience what

comes our way, in any manner

that begins to clarify this Thing

The Energy powering the body

and the quiet nudges of sacred

Intuition

the language of gods.....

Peace,

Lost Dog (7.22.2023)

A Moment

I’ve listened to the silence for a while,

the smattering of rain outside my window,

dripping water falling from leaf to green leaf

to flooded soil

And I feel no different than I did yesterday,

or the day before, or the days I’ve gone

alone to the riverside to skip rocks

against the glinting sunlight

or to catch a drink with friends

at the bar, in the ruby hours of summer,

the moment we all realize our exhaustion

before we begin to relax,

before the excitement has come,

the electric glow, a moment

to long for, to hope will never end.

May my words accompany you.

—  Juan Francisco Palencia.

Zhou Yansheng (b 1942 China)

Where the moonbeams  meet the sea and  centre fades, 

zero gravity. 

joined like dawn’s sweet hands on the edge of  falling in. 

These dust and stars, new beginnings  trailing hope; who said we couldn’t swim  across this horizon? 

this gentle breeze  and butterfly wings,  calm on your lips,  honey in the cracks  of your soul, I think,  you painted this in pink,

left these notes, wind chimes on the wind,  did you want to be found?

is this your labyrinth and may I — enter?

instagram | london_blooms

The forest whispers

(c) gif by riverwindphotography, July 2023

You came alone like the sea and wet my attire, filling my body with moisture; that's how you kissed my humanity… And I could not resist the calm of your charm nor the sweet demure that, through the soaking touch of your presence, I could experience. You had me bathed in your waters, enraptured in the perfume of your sacred existence, while the feverish elixir of your watery being dripped on my soles. You were pure, gentle, sweet, ethereal and blessed water… so sacred that I could drink you with my mouth intoxicated with your salt; a sea of enchanting traces that, in its waves, undresses the one who throws himself to die. But you neither kill nor drown… You baptise and, in the depths of your waters, you resurrect the one who thought himself a sinner by loving what he should not.

Lady of indigo crystals, the woman who nourishes my strength and will, it is you who with your smooth hands wipes away my tears, soothing the beating of my chest and calming my anxiety. Know that you help me to grow, to improve, to mature and to learn to walk on this earth with my head held high and my chest open to the storm, because you have come to show me that the concept of woman that I have had since I came to this world is real. You are the epitome of the lady I revere; for, you have not tried to be anything you are not already. You are gentle, sweet, compassionate, and your soul is so understanding that the most I can do is get down on my knees and offer myself to your power.

I keep the darkness and if I am seeing something of me in you it is that: the most beautiful shadow, the biggest emptiness, the deepest silence… You are beautiful.

And I see the sky of your seas burning under the cumulus of your stars, they illuminate my eyes, filling them with tears of light... they look like fireflies falling on my face, blessing my heartbeat with your essence. You bathe me with your gratitude, with that magical wave that emanates from your soul and soaks my sight with your love; one so smooth, so fervent and faithful that my heart fills with splendorous palpitations; each and every one with the letters of your blessed name.

Always More Grace

In the hard. The cold. My calloused heart. In bitterness and unwillingness to move. In the unending darkness. The swirling chaos. The deep ache. The loneliness. The longing. In all my running. Pushing. Shoving. Wandering. There. You. Are. With tender palms And soft shoulders. Whispering into my mess. Always more grace.