Shades of Grey

Life is just as beautiful with color as it also is with endless shades of grey. Beauty is everywhere, in everything, always. The wind, how epic in power how it's volume showers songs as the stars dance to the full moons romance. We creep into the deep hours of night with an aura so dream like. If there's such a thing more so, than we must have been in a dream we've dreamt a past life ago. There's a hidden depth, as lush as snow that blankets the soul in which only we know. Nothing moves but our lips and we speak as if we've mastered the minds. Close my eyes to be surrounded by invisible snow. I open to meet his soul. He looks at me with the richest green of eyes I have fell into in all my lives. A gust of warm wind,  a smile as we snapshot a memory to rest forever in our minds. As the moon shined upon his face he sparked the flame within me, a flame so fierce, so elegantly rapid, forever alive yet I could gladly die. Our journey is endless, forms and figures change as they do but love stays simply true. The lights which twinkled from the moons shine, dangled above our presence as we rest in the midst of black water. Silk to the eye, these formed rocks have nestled into a resting set as we are silent, entwined physically, flowing good energy through our soft finger tips, perfectly. Timing, how it is priceless. How, time has led us through this journey to be still with one another, once more. Despite a destination which rests along the way, death is our spoken moment as we chose to find each other, again and again. I knew him, his true being, his eternal masterpiece of soul from all my lives ago. We meet ever so timely, but when we do. How everlasting our love is, how beautiful in truth. Finding him is like one's first breath at birth, a promise to love endlessly on earth. 

Ojai, California

The Language of Soul

I never expected today to be as it has become. Then again, the most outstanding events in life happen when we least expect them to occur. This evening as I was out to dinner with a very close friend of mine and some new acquaintances, I was met by a  message upon my phone, and from who it was sent by was truly a surprise. I met this young woman randomly in a boutique as I was  browsing new attire, some clothing with my mother and sister in a city far from home. The woman who worked at this store was sweet, younger than I yet had a depth to her soul that spoke to me, a yearning which wished to know something more than she was familiar with. I could not make out whether she was intrigued by the stories I shared of my love life or the simple adventures of my spontaneous travels. Which ever may be the case, she was dazzled by the romance of heart ache, true love, the risk of being alive and simply the fact that after all such chaos, a smile remained true and steady upon my face which leads me to passionately write of, always. She messaged me this late evening to share the fact in which my writing has inspired her to permanently mark her sweet skin with a touch of ink.  Oh my, how such news can bring joyful tears to my eyes. To know that the journey in which I have embarked upon, in which has touched a soul so profound and so deeply can change the outlook of our meaning here. There, as simple as it is, I am satisfied. This journey is all that I live for. I write not to remember nor to collect but to share and embed the truth upon which we mask as individual souls. Oh to touch one another in such a universal level, as it pierces such truth and stains our heart with life, we will never be the same.

Los Angeles, CA

Enchanting Thoughts

I like the rain as it stops. We walk into the water but nothing stops us. Time does not either. I sit  and admire how the tear drops from the sky rest on such vibrant green gardens. How wonderful it is to meet again, how simple and great it is to feel nothing but the ability to take in all that surrounds us. We continue to move, move towards the lush comfort of one another's lips yet we our individual journeys lead us to keep on going with the thought of endless wonder. I will find in him in the lovely fall of enchanting rains. In the midst of all that allows us to be, simply as we were meant to be. Continue as you shall but find me in sweet memory.

Pasadena

Leah Jurado