Journey of the Heart

We have no guarantees of tomorrow… We never know when we are going to leave this plane of existence. Since I was diagnosed with an incurable disease 6 years ago, I have felt closer to life and death. I wanted to write a poem for my family, especially my beloved son, to remind them that I will always love them and that love transcends time and space. I will always be with them. Photography "Dreamscapes" by Ian Plant If I Leave By Alice Maldonado Do not worry if I leave. Do not cry and suffer. I only left one dream, you will find me in another. I will embrace you in stardust while you sleep. I will enter your heart, I will become part of you, and guard it forever. My light in every cell, in every breath, in every beat of your soul. My strength is now your strength. Take from me what you need. I will be the dragonfly teaching you how to live. If I leave, just smile, close your eyes, and find me inside the wom...

At 5:00 a.m. on my way to dialysis, after a big snowstorm, I saw the most wonderful full moon above a blanket of new snow… I live in Western Massachusetts, a beautiful place full of New England charm. The driver that takes me to the dialysis took the backroads that early morning. It looked magnificent and magical. I was so overwhelmed by its beauty that I wrote the poem while I was having the dialysis treatment. I needed to communicate the experience in the best way possible, and for me that is by writing. Such beauty deserves poetry. This poem is my version of what I saw that early morning.  Witness to the Winter Moon by Alice Maldonado Under the watchful eyes of a thousand stars, before the unveiling of dawn, and inside a black sea, you will find the full moon crowning itself in a halo, breathing light, guiding the lonely road below. All the royal pines are lined up in the procession of snow and th...

Someone asked me about how to write poetry... I decided to try to explain it by writing this poem. To Write a Poem by Alice Maldonado Familiarize with Death. Retrace its path, smell its roses full of thorns. Keep it close to your heart. It makes you feel alive. Familiarize with intense, agonizing Love, the kind your Mother warned you about. Write all night with the dim light  of an old lamp. Next to a window, so you can look up at the lonely stars, then look down at the humid busy ground. Write alone. Or surrounded by people. It will not matter because when the muse captures you, you are the fly trapped in the eternal, glittering spiderweb. You need to be willing to drown in your own sorrows. Then come up for air if only for a minute to write another verse. You need to learn how to breathe Beauty. Inhale and exhale. Feel the soft air caress your skin, the rain purify you, ...

I wanted to remind myself to be brave in the face of uncertainty and difficulties… I wanted to remember that there are good and bad days, but most of all, that as part of the divine, everything will be fine. Finally, as part of the divine, we all have the power inside to create a better world. Flying into Nothingness by  Alice Maldonado Gallardo When you shine your light you also show your position to the enemy in the battlefield. Shine anyway. Blind them with your light. There is reason to this madness. Devour the strength within you, feed and nourish your Self. Then expand your wings and keep flying straight. Let your wings strike each corner of reality. Let the air breeze in, elevating you even higher. Shatter mercilessly the imaginary boundaries. Lacerate all bondage. There is power in this madness. Let the strong beat of your heart face the approaching war drums. Let yourself be born ...

I feel blessed every time I get to come home after a medical procedure… I find immense inspiration in the Nature that surrounds me. Each season is beautiful, but this time of the year, when we are so close to winter, tends to inspire me the most. I am more than grateful to be alive and when I look out the window on my way home to be with my son, I can almost feel the energy of Gaia comforting me, telling me “it is ok, everything is fine.” I have learned how to see the world in a different way and Nature is the best teacher, it is the place where I look for answers and clarity, where I feel like I belong, where I find inner peace amidst the chaos and pain of daily struggles. The Season of Truth There is a season between Autumn and Winter when there are no secrets. The trees are naked. The forests are vulnerable. Your eyes can find all the little scars, fragile branches, and hidden nests left behind by life itself. The structures of man are no m...