“This is the year”… poetry in motion

(SOUND ON 📢)

THIS IS THE YEAR of facing shadows and finally walking towards the SUN. The VOID holds the key to a place one is free. We lift our HANDS with palms open to receive. We pass by bodegas with windows to GOD but we remember that when many GATHER we need no savior. And to find HAPPY FACES after the struggle is like the light at the end of the dark tunnel. That's me up there FLOCKING with my spirits. Living life is no different than playing make believe. Hope is not a pipe dream. It's what builds new realities. I lay down a ROSE on yesterdays grave. QUE SERA SERA...I'm creating castles atop these deep caves...