Assemblage

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gathered quietly

pigeons relax and observe

they fly at free will.

©2017 Liza Morales

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On the Plane

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In the Sky

the fear is diminishing
from that time
we almost couldn’t land
when landing gears got stuck
as we approached the airport
rumbles and thumping sounds
the aircraft shook a little
sensing something was wrong
I felt uneasy, but
we proceeded to land
at a pretty fast speed
brakes seemed malfunctioned
Laguardia’s runway is short
I thought we were going in the water
balmy hands squeeze arm rests
shutting eyes with anticipation
waiting to see what would happen
Am I going to die now?
No! I didn’t want to think about that
but it kept popping in my mind
it was a battle
I was scared
I was not ready to die
I have so much love left in me
this can’t be it!

but then, there was a moment
a moment of surrender
knowing it was out of my control
as the brakes made shrieking sounds
and the tires, discordant on the grounds
my sister and I gazed in fear
mouth agape
in shock of this reality
Is this it for us?
we began to slide from our seats
from the force of the brakes
the plane struggled to stop
we clenched our eyes
I prayed real hard, then
the screeching sounds ceased
and the plane came to a halt
it felt like I just woke up
from a really bad dream
a traumatic experience
after the pilot confirmed
“there were technical difficulties
with the landing gear”
fearful for twenty years after
wanting to travel
but not by plane
not wanting to take the risk
because next time
technical difficulties
may lead to my death…

until a transition occurred
in me, spiritually
practicing more acceptance
living in the moments
surrendering
releasing my fears
especially of flying
because, you know
I wanna see the world
and how could I do that without flying?
after all,
what’s more beautiful
than flying above the clouds
coursing through blue skies
an aerial intoxication
up high, against gravity
my existence feels different
it feels destined
and purposeful

I continue to fly.

©2017 Liza Morales

Springtide 

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there’s a fragrance that rises

from the decadence of spring

adorned by a theme

of life and revival

a time that dwindles off

the murk of winter

flowers germinate

and the trees redress

greens, lavendar and pink

a gorgeous, pastel painting

the air becomes diaphanous

and the sun comes out to play

revving the zest in spirits

that froze over last season

children’s laughter ring louder

and breezes sing songs of hope

as energies amplify

from the essence of vigor beings

temperatures begin to ascend

in gradual increments

preparing us

for the entrance of summer

but until then,

I’ll revel in this space

of reincarnation

and slow breaths

of the present moment.
       

©2017 Liza Morales 

Different Directions

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here it is

from the root

the map of life

a limb of earth

our path

our journey

multi-directional

stretching

extensions of core

upward, onward

or hanging; stuck

paralyzed 

for a moment

or a few

tight spaces

which way do I go? 

choices, decisions

keep going

more water

more light

tilled soil gives back

in different directions. 

      

©2017 Liza Morales 

Together, We March

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​in solidarity, with delicate wings

we fly for the Queens of the world

the backbone of Earth’s axis

      

we follow our ancestors

who murmur in these cracked streets

bellows of exhaustion
     

but there’s a plowing force

that’s birthed from within

hundreds of years ago
    

that fought to prove it’s worth

as we fight today for the same

with pounding chambers
    

heartbeats sound similar

our blood the same, bright red

but privilege doesn’t know it
    

our feet are swollen and tired 

but tread forth in thick cement

in motion, before it hardens
    

this is more than a march

it’s a shout out from the womb

a language of the soul
    

passed torch, bosoms weigh heavy 

unloading seems impossible

but a woman’s strength is stout
    

we do not wish for this battle

but the attempt to rescind our rights

will not happen without a fight.
    

©2017 Liza Morales 

The Women’s March Was My Calling

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On January 20, 2017, I made an intentional decision to remain zoned in my peace and refrained from the inauguration.

So, I stood home and geared my focus on productive thoughts. Why? ..because I figured it to be most effective after deciding to vessel my spirit for alignment. My sanity and overall spiritual health is of priority for me. Unfortunately, I have not been able to see anything positive with a man who is regimenting fascism, racism, misogyny, sexism, white supremacy and so on, as the norm. So, for self-preservation, I made this choice and dove into meditation, prayer, listened to jazz music, burned incense and focused on all measures of productivity. I did not want to alter my strength or productivity for the Women’s March on Washington, knowing I’d need every ounce of courage and energy for true efficacy.

I normally work every single weekend, as I have for the past 28 years but fortunate for me, I had unused vacation time to utilize. When I found out I’d be off on January 21, 2017, the same day as the Women March on Washington, I was so excited. Then shortly after, I found out my union 1199SEIU was partaking in the march and providing a bus ride to Washington D.C. for its members. Not only were they providing access to this monumental event but they were also bestowing three square meals for the participants. I took this as a huge blessing and a privileged disburden. I was ecstatic but not more ecstatic when finding out it was going to 56°F in D.C. God knows how sensitive I am with the cold and how it affects my bones, causing pain in my hips and spine. I couldn’t believe how the stars were lining up for me. I’ve experienced things like this before and it’s certainly no coincidence. When something in life is destined, the path becomes disentangled and paved and access is granted. I saw this immediately, therefore I signed up.

On Saturday, January 21, I rose at 3:30am and was en route to D.C. by 5:30am. I was prepared physically, mentally and spiritually. When we arrived, I prayed while setting my feet on the grounds of Washington D.C. for the first time. I consciously focused on higher vibrations so intently that I knew it would exude through my pores and conjoin with every other person on the same vibe. These vibrations and intentions had no choice but to multiply because of its magnitude and intensity.

People were everywhere. Homemade signs and creative costumes swamped the grounds. It was intriguing to witness half of million people of every race, sex and of varying socioeconomic status congregate for such an important fight. This fight encompasses the urgency to see women’s rights as human rights Dismally, not every single person was there for the same cause, such as these men here, with one carrying a sign that read, “Abortion: neat, quick, easy way out for men”. I guess it’s all about perspective.

It’s completely mind-boggling how the necessity to fight for women’s justice and equality is in existence up until today. Since the women’s march on Versailles in 1789 and the women’s suffrage in the late 19th century, the fight for women’s rights elevated to the fight for human rights. We are not aliens on earth. We are the Queens of the world, the healers of the universe and bearers to life. Every single human being, man or woman, come from a wombman. Yet, I am here joining 500,000 people to speak, cry and fight for what’s completely natural and comes through divine order.

I am angry and I am tired but am forced to join this movement. I have become quite cognizant of the hate, intimidation and inequality that exists. I am also aware that it’s all ego based. Therefore, it’s easier for me to deal with simply because of understanding. Is it right? Is it just? Absolutely not! But when you gain a level of understanding of the people in opposition, you are empowered to move more effectively. A profound perspective that’s worth knowing is that we do not have control over others and their choices but we do have power on how to deal with it. For me, it is important to unite, support and uplift one another. Embracing ourselves and uniting in solidarity has power and can be impactful. Our choice to march, write poems, create art, capture photographs, participate in workshops, address the people in power and resist their disgraceful regimes are just a few of many ways to counteract. These are our weapons .. cultural weapons. Use them!

When something is meant to be and calls at our spirit, we should listen. The country is hurting and it is our responsibility to contribute towards healing. Don’t wait for anyone. Be proactive! I did not wait for friends or loved ones to join me because honestly, I’d probably be still waiting. I prayed and meditated and recognized the path that was paved for me. I hopped on a bus alone, with a group of strangers and marched amongst a group of strangers. I just knew I had to be part of this movement. My spirit would not hold still and I’m so glad I took heed.