HEART-SPACE

Face to face
mirrored
with the center
of my suspended
center,
there is space to space
within me
open to the rhythm
of wandering voices
beyond the stars.

If by night
I am the dreamer
on the edge of reflections
that dissolve with distance,
by day
I am the medium
that chooses
to re-enter myself
to life
with no limits
on the treasures
of the mind
and heart.

I am still me
after all,
with limitless heart-space
so willingly destined
to live fully aware
beyond
the empty air.

© JOHN PISCATELLA

THE WINDS OF CHANGE

If I listened to the darkness,
I would be living
in the storm clouded margins
of another life,
trapped inside myself
between the thunder
and the echo.

Illuminated
by the unforgotten treasures
from the heart
of a selfsame soul,
the candle of my twin spirit
glows
like molten gold
beneath the sun-secrets
of the Sahara.

Warmed
by a single blanket
sewn from a single red thread
(fated by the Japanese belief
that all people
are born with an invisible red thread
and only one person
pre-destined to meet
will have the other end
of the thread),
the ethereal connection
to the winds of change
is a reality that is mine to own.

Forever living
the immortality of a smile
in a world
that never ceased
to lose its charm,
I chose love above all else.

© JOHN PISCATELLA