Morning Rain


​the pitter patter 

against my window pane

is like a present spirit         

awakened by its sweet scent 

aromas rise from the concrete 

the Bronx smells differently


the rhythm of this rain

speaks a special language

the heart understands


through adjectives and metaphors

and varying intonations 

I inhale this morning’s poem

rain falls consistently

weightless and sure 

my day begins. 


©2016 Liza Morales


Cosmic Floetry


​without a single word

energy speaks as voice

vibrating thru frequencies

that transfer our truth.
a gleam is formed

from cellular resonance

and quivers the universe

with authentic vibes;

can’t fake it, nor change it

or make it what it’s not

but simply embrace it 

accepting what it is.

everything is energy

a pulsing in the air

coming from within

out, into the  field —

a field of shared space 

a field of measured time,

where spirits take heed

to the nurturing of soul.

and if there’s disruption

or our peace mangles up

spirit knows unnatural

and distances itself.

truth illuminates

pure authenticity

it’s what feels right,

a congruous flow..


and without a single word

energy speaks as voice

vibrating thru frequencies

that transfer our truth,


© 2015 Liza Morales

The Bend of Time


as the day simmers by

and patience wears thin

the unhurried time

almost seems idle.

mornings are embellished

with the rising of sun

embraced by your limbs 

and our pressing heartbeats.

we struggle to detach

even knowing it’s temporary

but the day must commence 

after your loving adieu.

a yearn is birthed 

with immediate desires

missing your presence

before your departure.

this serves as a reminder

through division of time

you are not mine alone

but fragments to the world.

spirit doesn’t know time

since its call for you

is constant and perpetual 

and uninterrupted.

even from a distance

your spirit pulls mine

a cosmic exchange

vibrations unmoored.


until evening returns

and your presence recoils

the unhurried time

almost seems idle.

©2016 Liza Morales 

I Can Feel You


​I can feel you

vibrating spirit
in summer thickness

swollen particles
I breathe volumes

of night’s poetry
words and scents

move adrift
strumming curves

of freckled shoulders
a homely presence

like rhythm in throat
ancestral songs

truths in us
love-brimmed souls 

harmonize from afar 

I feel you. 
©2016 Liza Morales

Incense of Spirit


thoughtless and still
as the smoke dances
frankincense and myrrh
furnish my lungs
quiet and becalmed
slothful heartbeat
peace consumes me
in the present moment
it is all I have
the here and now
and a grateful heart
that keeps me grounded
my soul aflame
a constant urge
to share my love
with a hungry world
a base of fortitude
has brought me here
backbone and scars
delicate human
I continue to breathe
this beauteous life
with mindful breaths
and conscious pauses
the air has thickened
from incense ablaze
a swirling medicine
that awakens my spirit
meditation opens
portals of energy
the sacred chakras
third eye enhanced
with ease, I pray
all souls find balance
allowance to heal
the cleansing of core.

©2016 Liza Morales