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We Are Free – Poem

We Are Free
By Diana Arco

No need for explanation
There’s a feeling inside
Listening with rhythm
Such a piece
Was meant for this dance
In a lifetime
Through a smile.

And this composition
Of sounds and emotions
Flows freely
In the bodies of love
Where no chains can hold
What it is true.

Listening to
The best lyrics
And music
From one beating heart
To another,
Day and night
Every week,
Always In time… Now…
We are free.

Butterfly Freedom

GOD LOVE

TRUE LOVE

“All The Light, Life, Love, And Freedom From The Heart And Soul.”

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My Conversation With Mr. Albert Einstein -Poem

My Conversation With Mr. Albert Einstein.
By Diana Arco

Once upon a time
I went into an imaginary travel,
Back in time…
Then I saw a wise man in the park,
Seated on that wooden bench,
Under a huge and beautiful summer tree.

He was taking notes,
Asking to himself:
“Does cold exist?”
Then he said,
And sounded convinced,
“No, it doesn’t”

“Well, that’s so absurd,
My dear old man!”
I felt myself the need
To intervene loud and clear.
“Cold it’s very real to me!
Thank you very much, indeed!”

The man looked at me
With his tired brown eyes,
And said calm and easy
The following words:
“What you consider cold
It’s the absence of heat.”

“That’s very obvious”
I had to admit.
“Laws of physics!
That’s how it is.”
He answered shaking
His funny and messy white mustache at me.

Then he asked me curious:
“Would you like to know
If darkness exists too?”
He was waiting for my answer
While shaking with his hand
His already white and messy hair.

“What are you up to with this, My dear Sr?”
I had to ask this instead anything else.
But he didn’t say anything,
So I decided to follow him
And listen to him after saying:
“Please, I’ll like to know.”

“No, it doesn’t” He answered firm!
I opened my mouth in protest,
Remembering all those childhood nights,
Alone, in the dark,
And at the mercy of the terrible
And sinister boogie man.

“You’re such a lunatic!”
I shouted at him.
He just smiled and answered at my red face.
“Darkness is the absence of light.
We can only study the light,
Not the dark.”

“That’s so obvious.”
I had to admit, again.
“Well, you already know why.”
He made me smile at sudden…
“That physics’ thing, right?” I asked.
And he laughed at me victorious.

Then I sat next to him,
And since he was talking about
Cold and darkness,
I couldn’t hold myself
To ask him:
“Does evil exist too?”

He looked at me
With a tender smile,
And his tired brown eyes.
Then he said out and clear:
“Please don’t yell at me now;
But evil doesn’t exist either.”

I had to stand up,
And I started to walk away,
But then I got back
To my own steps, back to him:
“You better have
Another logical explanation about this!”

The wise man took a deep breath,
He looked right into my eyes,
And he spoke to me
What I felt true in my heart:
“Evil is like darkness and cold.
God didn’t create evil at all.”

“Evil is the result
Of what happens
When man does not have God’s love
Present in his heart.”
Then he sighed, got up,
And said “It’s time to farewell now.”

“But, where are you going?”
I had to ask.
He turned himself to look at me,
And there was peace
In every wrinkle of his face:
“I’m going home to rest.”

“All The Light, Life, Love, And Freedom From The Heart And Soul.”
Albert Einstein Laughing

Poem written inspired by Albert Einstein’s Quote.

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Poem: Is this universe inside the palm of the hand really mine?

universe in hand

Is this universe inside the palm of the hand really mine?
It is cause’ I feel its power running through my being.
And it took me some time to understand
When I don’t get it all.
Then as long as I continue living
There is always something else.

It’s the unstoppable heart beating fast
It’s the divine soul I have trapped inside this body
It’s the thought I collect and other times I create
It’s the conjunction of everything and nothing at the same
It’s this huge love that let me see clear and blind me as well
It’s my life itself inside the life of someone else
It’s to believe you’re taking some rest
And hiding from the world, you find out
You can’t hide from yourself.

The mark of the urgent movement is aiming at you
It has been always the same since the creation of all living
Even to take a break and watch the sunset it’s a gift
And to get rid of the old ways giving the welcome to the news
Being faithful to your self’s truth.
Then the water is always running through your fingers
And you don’t have to see it.
It’s the love pouring wild and free.

I thought I was living my life in a dream
I thought I was awake and perceiving
All I know is I ‘am here inside this bubble
Of majestic wonders,
This stage that God had created for me
To participate and experience reality.

And let me say I don’t know how to act
This comes out naturally without any effort by my part.
When I choose to cry I let my tears fall down through my cheeks
When I choose to laugh I smile first
When I need to express myself I open my heart
Then my mouth to let my voice out.
And so on and on…
My verbal and no verbal communication is always exposed.

But then I see around
And there’s so much ignorance.
Or we mature together or not
Without losing the children we all have inside.
But then I see those dark clouds and the thunder lights in the sky
I’m sure god is not playing in that playground.
And what about the earthquakes, and destructions,
The tsunamis, nature earth’s disasters?

When are you going to understand we are all connected one to another?
If you are not happy, the earth is not happy.
And she gets angry because you’re also angry.
When are you going to understand we are one,
And there is enough cake for each one of us to take a piece and enjoy?
When are you going to understand we are love,
And we are already in paradise when you wave it goodbye
Instead of giving its proper welcome?

Life is in constant movement
And we are its target.
What you think you call it
Good and bad the perception arrives
Without invitation and she knows how to handle it well,
Only if you let her.

Love is your constant company
Even if you have it prisoner with your no expression.
Nothing would understand better
When love is free and takes you
To those places you’ve seen only in your imagination.

By Diana Arco

Heart on Fire

“All The Light, Life, Love, And Freedom From The Heart And Soul.”

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What Is Love?

Greetings, everyone!
I’m here to share with you a poem that I wrote about love.

So, here it goes…

What Is Love?

Heart Ink

Life it’s such an amazing journey
Especially when you are aware about love.
“But, what’s love? “ – Someone is asking this same question
Over and over again.
Hmmm…It could be you, perhaps.
“Love is the one you can only feel with your heart
And touch with your soul.” – Someone took the stand
With freedom to give an answer.
“Love is all the beauty that is inside of us, and around.” – There you go,
Here was another brave one.
“Love is that firefly that you see it so tiny,
But that’s only a perception,
Because even a tiny light can lighten up
An endless universe.” – Oh my, we have a poet in here.
“Love is God in all his artistic and inventive expressions.
He was an architect when he created our world.
He was a painter when he invented the rainbow to paint it all.
He was a sculptor when he molded us,
He was a maker when he gave us life.
He is the father who loves us unconditionally in our lives
And even beyond that.
God is still creating and giving with open arms.”
So you can give to love all the meanings you can think of and find,
Those are going to be just right
When you are experiencing them with all your might.
But please trust me in what I ‘am about to say:
“You don’t need to know all love’s definitions
When you are love as simple as it is,
Without complications in all life’s perceptions and dimensions.”

Now, just to give a proper close.
Love it’s not complicated since it is perfection,
We are the ones that make it difficult because our ignorance,
But just like I have experienced before…
We all here to learn.

Sincerely,
Diana.

“All the Light, Life, Love, And Freedom From The Heart And Soul.”

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Do you really know why you have two hands?

Happy thursday, everyone!
Well, I love this day because I’am closer to Friday and then…
Oh yeah, baby! The Weekend! 🙂

Now, to my today’s post…

Do you really know why you have two hands?
Do we only have them to help us to take things?
Do we have them only to touch and feel?

I’m taking the freedom to share the following quotes with you.
I’ve only selected a few ones; the ones I liked the most.

Hands

I have held many things in my hands,
and I have lost them all;
but whatever I have placed in God’s hands,
that I still possess.
Martin Luther

Often the hands will solve a mystery
that the intellect has struggled with in vain.
Carl Jung

A man who works with his hands is a laborer;
a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman;
but a man who works with his hands and his brain
and his heart is an artist.
Louis Nizer

Do you believe in fairies?
Say quick that you believe.
If you believe, clap your hands!
James M. Barrie

The only medicine for suffering, crime,
and all other woes of mankind, is wisdom.
Teach a man to read and write,
and you have put into his hands
the great keys of the wisdom box.
But it is quite another thing to open the box.
Thomas Huxley

I’m always writing,
even when I’m not at my desk.
I write on my hands.
I used to write on my kids’ hands, too,
but they don’t let me any more.
When I’m driving I sometimes write all the way up my arms.
Jodi Picoult

Men and women are like right and left hands;
it doesn’t make sense not to use both.
Jeanette Rankin

In the hands of a great poet,
words have ways of affecting us
in ways we don’t understand.
Kenneth Branagh

world-in-hands

Sincerely,
Diana.

“All The Light, Life, Love, And Freedom From The Heart And Soul.”

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You Had To Quit To Start To Live – Inspirational Poem.

Bird to Freedom

Greetings, everyone!
Happy Friday!

I felt the need to write a poem about a character who had to quit something to start to live, and I’m taking the freedom to share it with you today.
You know? We all have the choice to quit and start something new to achieve love and happiness.
We all deserve the best in life. We deserve respect as the human beings that we are.
Choices are seeds from the heart and they are there waiting to bloom in each one of us at their right time.
Make a choice for the better and save yourself from the dark path.

You had to quit to start to live-
Inspirational Poem.

Wonderer of all matters of the earth and the sky.
You had to quit something to start to live.
The discovering of a new way,
As a powerful human being within.
Once the choice lives
With the heart and soul,
and God’s blessings free given,
For such experiences that are arriving
Right to your senses, your reality,
Are there for you as you deserve them.

You, the writer of your own creation,
Your life, your thoughts, your consciouness awakenings
For the better, for the the ignorance and wisdom,
For those unique moments in the name
Of all that’s left behind,
But it’ll never be forgotten
Like that cherished heart from the past
That has been missed with tears in the eyes.

You’re such indivual of great courage
Or a huge despair or both.
Indivual of great love, madness,
And frustrations.
Indivual of great passion,
Explosion of emotions like stars to the moonlit sky.
You did what you had to do
In the name of all wonders
Starting with yourself.

Your days and nights
Your hours of meditations,
Still secrets and mysteries of your path.
Your moments of work and direction,
Definition and application of your structure,
Your light, life, love, and freedom..
You matter, you worth it, you deserve it.
You just didn’t quit, not precisely…
Because “You live.”

By Diana Arco.

“All the light, life, love, and freedom from the heart and soul. ”

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