Legados

Cuando el tambor

repica,

se oye

el latido

de nuestros

antepasados

quienes

jamás

serán

olvidados.

Beauty

Mesmerized by

your mind

and how

it processes

sees all angles

details

calculates

as quickly as

the flip of a

light switch

Wonderings

Maybe

our life

is a hologram

a dreamed reality

that our self

periodically visits

from another

universe

living the opposite

of the choices

we’ve made.

Worth

You are

more than

a droplet

in the sea

of souls

Instead

A fingerprint

Etched in

cosmic gold dust

Fulfilling your destiny