Painting by Kristine Kvitka

Beyond heaven

there must be peace within

as you close your eyes

and dissolve your body

in light and etheric energy.

Your consciousness continues

beyond material reality,

embracing The Moon and Saturn,

returning to the primordial

unity, transcending time,

space and desire.

She pierced the first veil

when she fell from her pure depths,

looking for something unwritten,

unsaid.

She opened the gate with her soul ragged,

thinking of stars and freedom.

Alchemy and Astrology would explain her.

She had three bodies and all of them were

the individual and unique expression of God

in her.

She made a transition back to the light

and had a chance, picking up her life

again, learning the necessary

to sustain herself for life and love

never end.

Never end.

Karla Bardanza

This poem is a tribute to Sandra Rogers and all those people who had a NDE - near death experience. I wrote this poem inspired by Karunesh's song called Punjab.

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

I contemplate the trees serenading

 the shadowy delights of the moon,

melting the wills of the night.

The stars so insolent challenge the clouds

to be faster than the light.

 I am a lucid fool, fishing illusions

here and there, sewing hopes in the air,

dreaming away as I trade poetry for

some meaning in life.

Don't pity me for being a shepherdess of clouds

or a geisha who forgot how to serve the tea.

I know my limitless limitations.

I know I am a lost shell on the sand.

I wait for myself beneath a perplexed sky.

Nature must have a plan for me.

Hurts were forgiven: peace whirls around me.

Let me lay my tender hand upon my heart 

as I sit here and ressurrect the flowers.

The petals take my mind: my soul unfolds beautifully.

This moment shall shape silence

and linger shyly while earth revolves,

sewing the day, tattoeing undreamt words

on my skin for I am here to name pretty things

and to be divine.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

Will you ever forgive me

for my poetic ignorance and romantic wings?

My life is half lived.

Maybe it is a collection of wreckages

and useless things.

I can't live to see clearly

who I am

or what is in my name.

There is a light - my dear-

a light I can't see.

It is behind the stars when

the sixth element

inspires Poets

and Venus embraces Mars.

I am not noble. I can't be noble.

I am weird and I regret

what I can't be before I go to sleep.

I don't know how to be different

and it is so sweet.

Those shadows reached me.

Can't hide myself anymore.

Would you forgive me

if I destroy what I adore?

Will you forgive me

when I mourn the past

and life?

Will you forgive me

for keeping that knife?

There are so many silent questions

living in me.

It is so difficult to die

in front of the sea.

It is so difficult to live:

it is a hard task

to take off this mask.

(If I knew how to be a mother...)

Sweetheart,

light me a candle when I'm gone

but never try to understand my thoughts

or motivations as my soul lies still

under a lost mill.

Forgive me for this early twilight,

for this moonlit confession.

for my strange strangeness

We both know. Yes, you and I do

but your's mother's name has always been tristesse.

Karla Bardanza

Tristesse = sadness in French

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

When i loved you more,

i turned into something

of inexplicable value.

i was an unforgettable book

or maybe i was legend to be told forever.

i was one and all.

When did i get so small?

There are so many silent things in me:

my quiet eyes drowned in you

when i accepted your doubts and vanity,

when i accepted your ego in the wreckage,

when your thoughts were my profanity.

What else could i expect from life

If i buried you but it’s me who has been

dead for ages?

Our theater of air had many torn pages

and an improbable dialogue.

Who will read those fragile things?

How can a spider fly if she has no wings?

i spun four golden strands, trying to connect

your four corners, i spun webs of love around

your insanity as you disappointed me with honor and delight.

Why am i dead if i can still see this  uncommon light?

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011