By Trina Otero The more I brave His presence His company The more I see of myself In Him I look into His eyes And see all our memories My pain, my past, my fears, my bliss I was never naked and seen until He came And demanded my attention With his blunt assertion His … Continue reading The Sacred Mirror
By Trina Otero Every time I sit with Santa Maria She reminds me of how big my heart is And how heavy it gets As I carry and hold So much For so many. Strong and resilient But in Her presence I surrender And weep. I crack I cave I fall into Her And into … Continue reading A Starchild and Her Mother
By Trina Otero I am His Queen His Empress, of the waters and all lands His Prophetess, seeing through the veil Traveling through realms and the ether His Intuitive Guide, His Oracle Nothing can escape my senses I am His Counsel, He seeks my wisdom and I respect His decisions His left side, Feeling so … Continue reading The Proclamation
By Trina Otero Written March 29, 2014 Published April 4, 2015 [To read this post with visual art, click here] No wonder lesbianism is on the rise. Women find a connection with other women. An appreciation. A sisterhood. A comfort. A deep love and devotion. Soul Love. We see the mother in one another. The … Continue reading No Wonder Lesbianism is on the Rise
By Trina Otero How do you express the coming Home? The Oneness? How do you express your connection to the Elements; Air that gives You Life, Water that gives You Life? Knowing that You are Air and Water, and They are You? That They are Life; That Life is You? In gratitude. May the Light … Continue reading The Coming Home
By Trina Otero, written June 22, 2013 Beautiful Goddess, as I gaze upon your gracious face I thank You. I thank You for your restful energy, absolute and full of promises. Your full and brilliant body shows me that I am complete. You beckon for me to embrace the new-comings. Forgive me. Renew me. Restore … Continue reading Full Moon Mantra for the Goddess
By Trina Otero Let my existence sing to your heart and light up your soul. Let it shatter through the barricades of your mind, to free you from the deep slumber of which they want you to remain in. This is a wake-up call. - T.O. Wake Up. Namaste 🙏 ______________________________________________________________________________ Inspired? Share my Love … Continue reading Let My Existence Awaken You
By Trina Otero When one says "I love nature," I now stop to ponder. I have said these exact words before. But now, I have danced with All of Creation, which is in perfect harmony at every single second of "time." I have swooped through the air and sang with the birds; soaked in the … Continue reading Princess Mariana
By Trina Otero Mother Earth, who is your Lover? Who lays with you, to create such beauty? - T.O. Namaste, T.O. _______________________________________________________________________________ Inspired? Share my Love but please credit my work! ❤ All works by Trina Otero is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
“What if from Nomads to star-divers
We become custodians
To repent from centuries of destroying
Would we not then make choices
To recognize that God is dancingIn the universe and we must
Be a gift unto the worlds
Or else in gulps of light, go extinct”Keep reading to take in this beautiful ode of the Soul!
Namaste,
T.O.
Poems from D y i n g E u r o p e
What if from Tundra to cities
My people refine themselves
Until we are one finger of
The seventeen hands of the Cosmos
I’m alone on the roof
With an unlimited number of stars
Who look back upon me
With an unlimited number of eyes
We are souls created from
The same music, murmuring
Mantras of evolution
What if from Nomads to star-divers
We become custodians
To repent from centuries of destroying
Would we not then make choices
To recognize that God is dancing
In the universe and we must
Be a gift unto the worlds
Or else in gulps of light, go extinct
Blindly like any species, that failed
To arrive at a sustainable balance
I’m holding a cup of water
To the Milky Way
And she’s burning gold down on me
For I’ve become a connoisseur
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