How Let Go Is Important | Law of Attraction Poetry

How to see the truth beyond your material senses? Story case

Perhaps… Perhaps.
Do you have a word you particularly like?
I love words. Of all languages, sizes and accents.
And I’m a fan of some especially
Maybe, it is the habit of those who love to write
See the word beyond what it means
Feel its sounds and movements in the tongue…
…Once, I have been told that I write badly,
but it’s not their fault, it was mine.
I went to be among them, I didn’t know how to choose.
And in the hardness of her dissertations, a poet doesn’t know how to write
However, they are to blame for the hardness of heart
After all, it wasn’t difficult to realize that whoever read The Name of the Rose in the hall
It did not seek acceptance, but the salvation of laughter and the soul
Those bulls, in the blindness of the profession, the reference would not understand
Perhaps, those who would die for the tongue to unlock the secret of the next book.
…may I continue with the bohemian Palermo and they with the great Milan

Understanding the references(Why I love literature):

This poetry talks about the time I spent studying engineering in Brazil, it was a lovely time in many aspects, but I remember I wasn’t good writing scientific texts. It was always my creativity that saved me there. Of course, as free as poetry can be, I used exaggerations since there are big hearts in this profession, and among the professors I met.
Spoiler alert if you never read The Name of The Rose from here.

First, please read it. Secondly, people die in this book when day find this mysterious book that is poisoned. Since they die when touching the finger in the book and in the tongue to move it to the next page. I mixed the meaning of the words and what it makes you imagine. There a mysterious physical book in this story, for me the words and story that mysteriously comes when I am writing a book.
Taurus is the astrological ‘money and work’ sign. The bull is even used as those that push the actions and cryptocurrency market. In the Milan Duomo, there is the symbol of the Taurus and Virgin, those that are systematic and professional, so I used just the reference of the hardness and materiality of those symbols, of course, there are much more about those symbols and the Duomos’ artists knew that. And in Palermo Duomo, you have Pisces and Scorpio, the most spiritual signs, speaking in a generalist way.
‘Perhaps’ has a hardness in the speaking, but a subtle meaning. Everything may or not be, has a possibility, depending on the reality it is. So, used as the main word, give this sense of it can be, but you won’t worry if it won’t and you will be mistaken if you think that must or not be. Let this ‘maybe’ exist is important.
I hope you enjoy it.

Much love,
EmMa Lopes

Make your Life a Piece of Art | Law of Attraction Poetry

Faça da sua vida uma obra de arte Às vezes, apenas queremos um café ou um chá. Chá e café é para nós como poesia é para a alma

I like to be silly and play
But sometimes it’s good to stop and breathe
Not only see, contemplate
Not just act, but love
Not being defensive, surrender
it helps remember what is enough

Then, the noise is outside
The worry goes away
The temptation is not for today
And my slife can be a better life

I’ve always enjoyed writing and wanted to ask if it’s okay for you to share optimistic, positive, cozy poetry around here? Some religions and manifestation practices use rhyme, statements and I believe that when something rhymes it is easier to remember or to get emotional.
I’ve wondered if there was any literary period with positive and optimistic poetry or texts. Which reminds me a little of Mario Sergio Cortella when he says that the pessimist is a lazy man, I only paraphrase him because I know that if you arrived here, you are not a unconcious lazy because you who wants to improve knows that laziness only exists if it is intentionally aiming at the “dolce far niente” to then create the high production in an intelligent way.
I kept wondering if in general we’ve always been a little lazy. I would say that we are lazy unconscious until we find a purpose, and you? But let’s leave that to another post. If you know of a literature with this position please let me know, I don’t remember, and looking quickly I found nothing.

But here’s the poetry and a little bit of the “vulnerable me” so you can feel warm with simple words!

See you soon,
EmMa Lopes

Afternoon Tea Poetry | A Poem for a Good Life

Share with someone this poetry to make the person smile. Law of attraction can be fun and sweet

Today is a calm day
I can’t see the clouds of yesterday
I can’t speak the words I used to say
Today is another day

Today I am grateful
My mind isn’t hateful
My search made me faithful
Today my soul is playful

Today I am free
In my past, I couldn’t agree
My mind needed a guarantee
Today I can see

Today I can make a silly rhyme
Today I no longer need pride
Today I know God provide
Today I am one with Divine

Who you do think you are? | Poetry

Do you ever judged the other and thought: Who am I to judge?

Let one understand that fixing one’s own step is how the world moves forward
That there’s no point in criticizing humanity. What’s its merit for withdrawing from it?
If you can’t save yourself, how can you point out the others saying they failed?

That we must improve we know, but how is it the reason to act worse?
Much less complain, or give up
Swallow your Self before you judge, smile at the now instead of worrying about the other’s life
If you know the other has done less, here’s the proof that you’re wasting your time watching the lives of others, time that you could be doing something good for us to be better
For yourself, who, though proud to think it’s the best between us

It’s also the finger that judges, the hand that holds the wheel, the feet that make the world go round
Stop watching the newspaper, the one who accumulates exceptions from the past to convince you that you are right and feed your proud

Do you want the truth? Look inside, if it is different you’re just another charlatan
May the next poetry serve as a push for you, for I’m tired to slap society to wake up

I’m tired of reaffirming the slap I humanly give myself… In the happiness of turning the other cheek that I walk to the best of humanity with my soul

You know when someone says something stupid, but as a spiritual person, you know the stupidity is also part of me. How to help someone that can see, or don’t want to see. To stop to look to the next house and look to their own. How to do it? Many times I asked myself knowing that a mistake is not so important than sit and judge the mistake. As a whole, we are here growing and improving.
Well, since I see myself in the others flaws, I know I will keep trying, improving, walking. But I know many will ask:
Why? For whom?

For myself, for my future self. Because I felt the pure love, and I can guarantee it is worth it!

Have a blessed weekend!
EmMa Lopes

Mr. President, an Old Dictator | Poetry

How to believe in our politicians like that? Create the new philosophy and forget them

It is not about politicians, or law, or commands
It is all about love, thinking, and philosophy
When a philosophy change the people mind
The dictator scream alone with his shadows
It is not about what they scream
When we change our mind we no longer listen
We can’t no longer understand or see
What the dictator speaks we can no longer hear

And the shadows diminish in the light
And the sun shines in the crowd
And the sound silence in the old
And the love grows in the soul

There it is the old dictator, lost
Looking for the shadows once was there
Looking for the beliefs that created him
Soon you will find him nowhere

(Hi, I was thinking about sharing here my creative work too. In categories, you can find Books or Poems. Soon I will share some of my books here. It will be soon on Amazon in English too: A Coffee and a Tea.
You can also find my book The High Priestess on Amazon, just click here)

I hope you enjoy it and soon we will have a post about what I don’t do more after walk a bit in the spiritual path.
Much Love,
EmMa Lopes