POETRY

We,

 

are joined by a common urge to relay messages: biologically, physically, verbally, digitally...dare I say telepathically.

 

I dedicate this to the necessity of public offerings. 

 

I learn through flexing between entropy and discipline. 

I find that there is a large crowd of permanent students among me as well. 

 

As I continue speaking to you, I am speaking to myself, almost always. 

 

More and many to come in the spirit of service.

When Announcing Your Name

Please speak with conviction

fall in love 

with each syllable said

with the tone your voice carries 

and the base it drops

Say it like your mom and her mother do


 

I didn't pronounce it like my mom

I pronounced it like the teachers who never tried more

 

I want to teach the young Yahaira within me to say her name 

 

To show up for her intentions and never act without them

 

To realize eating, sleeping, and moving as intuitive

To move in peace

 

Recognize the intersections between self love and holistic health

Those are everyday commitments too

 

Do not to take anyone's advice too harshly

Do not deliver advice too harshly

Religion

Claiming my God Black

One which spreads wide across

 

Omniscient,

Of sixth sensient streams

genderless, formless,

bound to no planet

nor mass of land

The energy wave that spins my earth

And any all more

And any all less

 

Higher me

Shapeshifting 

God as my personalized consciousness

 

a deity of reflection

 

Spans of mass I have imagined

In this fleshly me made perfect

 

And my spirit feels God Grander

God the spirit of your God plus mine

And any all 

from any time

Combined by the mind to Co create

 

We are chewing and producing

Some crave indigestible product

 
 
 
 

Mindful Breathing

The time I taught myself to breath 

Did I ever do it before?

 

All prior hardships...

never burdened my lungs 

When I began to dream by day

the day began to feel like many days 

More meaning and purpose full

 

When sifting reality, my  frequency is determined by my will to discern

If I hold on -- inhale

If I let go -- exhale

 

In this exercise that belongs to you and I, we are sharpened

to watch twice as hard 

to listen double the message 

to speak a whole with half of the words

Documentation

Down the spiral wooden stairs 

In the basement of the Rivera residence

Exists a mark where I am 3 years old

 

This montage of memories won't remind you of puerto rico

Or the 80s

Or even the early 2000s

Though those times are flashed in the capture of the piece.

 

It connects my heart to remember that Mami Mama once turned 40

The same age her nieta, my mom,

thrives


 

While I look at pictures of Mami, the oldest in her crew of cousins

I think of how I fill that role too

 

My generation added Tarr, Lopez, Ramirez and Florez 

Each image layed together glues our hearts home every reunion

 

I pray to save  images as memories ‘for I go