Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Sunday Song – I’ll Take Care of You

Love one another, but make not a bond of Love;

let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your soul.©Kahil Gibran

Forgiveness does not change the past, 

but it does enlarge the future.

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.

To melt and be like a running brook.

One that sings its melody to the night. 

To wake at dawn with a winged heart.

 And, give thanks for another day of loving.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega


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Sunday Song – Caught Out In The Rain

She wanted him.

 More than he ever knew. 

Invisible to him,

she couldn’t let him know. 

 Within seconds, 

he could make her feel 

like a thousand years 

of wanting him,

of being with him,

of loving him, 

wasn’t enough.

Yet, 

She was willing to embrace,

all the fragments he gave her. 

Because, 

every second and every moment

together with him

 was a piece of his life for her.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Sunday Song – Caught Out In The Rain


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I am Unique

I am Unique

We look in the mirror; see flaws.

We don’t like what we see.

Our skin color is darker.

And, our countenance is mystifying. 

Trying to change into people,

we’re comparing ourselves to.

To create the person, hopefully, you’ll see.

But, anger and hatred is a major ruination.

When will they understand?

Inside, we are good people.

Just like them.

Why don’t they don’t see?

I can’t make them value me.

All I can do is show them.

What I feel and what I believe.

It’s up to them to realize my worth.

I am unique.

I am love.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

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I Do Not Love You

I do not love you except because I love you; 

I go from loving to not loving you,

From waiting to not waiting for you

My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love; 

I hate you deeply, and hating you

Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you

Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume

My heart with its cruel

Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who

Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,

Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. ©Pablo Neruda


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Sunday Song – If My Heart Had Windows

The way to love anything deeply is to realize that it may be lost.  

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

A Gift of Love

Without you,
Life is just existing.
With you,
Life is worth living.

You put a name on the
songs birds sing.
And, you bring the smell of flowers
to a breezy spring.

You are my sun.
You are my moon.
Please, get well.
And, come home soon. 

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

A tear may appear when I hold you near

But, that’s for the sweet things you do

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you.

By your side I will stay ’til we’re old and gray

Reminiscing young moments we knew

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

A thief couldn’t steal the love that I feel

Heaven for me has come true

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

 


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Sunday Song – Flight From The City

Although Mother’s Day was on May 12, 2019, my special poem for Mother’s 

‘Your Mother’s Always with You’ 

was added to the BeZine Project Special Mini Edition for Mother’s Day  on May 20, 2019.

This video is a testimony to the strength of a mother. She must have the fortitude and resilience to impart upon her child a confident character in order to let go of her child into the world of whatever may come their way. Yet, she must be there to let them gather strength once again from her quietly warm touch. 

A mother’s love is never-ending.

Isadora 

2019©Isadora De La Vega

‘Your Mother is always with You’

She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

She’s the smell of certain foods you remember.

She’s the flowers that you pick, of the perfume that she wore.

She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.

She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,

She’s in your laughter, crystallized in every tear,

She’s the place you came from, your first home.

She’s the map you follow with every step you take.

She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.

    Nothing on earth can separate you,

Not time … Not space … Not even death!

Isadora

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 


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An Artist Am I

Flower-Purple-760A.web  Petite Fleur                                 2015©art and photography by Isadora

Life isn’t about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself.
©George Bernard Shaw

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