The bracelet is made of genuine garnet and quarts pieces with golden, silver, and soft lilac beads and purple flowers.Continue
Added by Yuriana on August 16, 2011 at 6:45pm — No Comments
The best education I have ever seen is by the Soul.
For it does not urge me to compete, or drives me by motivations of adulation. Nor does it measure my brains or lack of according to a symbol. It never encourages me to try and fit a category nor to categorize my neighbor.
Soul teaches me to honor—all life as part of the truest essence.
For Soul it is inevitable that I learn to Love unconditionally.
To respect, and…Continue
Added by Yuriana on February 13, 2011 at 3:34pm — No Comments
Misinformation leads to separation.
Tightens the veil over creation,
Generates hate and hopelessness.
Oh what a black T-shirt Scheme,
To breed fear so that they can feed
Like the Wind
Like the wind, I wish to be—
Un-limited intentions and unconfined expressions.
Unpredictable, will be my comings and goings…
Invisible to the eye yet, such power exudes my presence.
Added by Yuriana on February 12, 2011 at 1:12pm — No Comments
Claim My Heartage
By Yuriana Uceta
Father, how can I call my assigned tribe here on earth, family?
If I smile they cannot relate.
nor do they call you Father.
Now that my soul remembers your Home, I yearn to be back,
by your side…
Added by Yuriana on February 12, 2011 at 1:07pm — No Comments
Why I, Cannot Fly?
Why have I, who was made to fly, given away control of my wings,
To those who restrict and have never seen
Oh why, have I, traded wings of liberty for costly chains which
Hinder me—that deceive, take away and wither…Continue
Puzzled “I AM”
By Yuriana Uceta
Origins rooted in a dimension of no limitations,
Presently manifested as a solid form of pieces wildly scattered,
I yearn to re-discover my “Self”—to be Whole again.
As promised; if you seek you shall find.
I found a box titled with my name,…Continue
So I am awake, while existing here in Zombie Land.
Yet it is so painful to be awake
Here in Zombie Land.
I am understanding why Nature does not use words to speak—words
Which are the masks we hide behind, in Zombie Land.