Alberto Roman

The real Secret is that: When she wears yellow Sun flowers blush. Marigolds are amazed. Some see a second sun. I see canaries flying out of my head singing merrily.

I am here for love, bliss, power and transformation. Let this be for my highest good and the good of others. May the nectar from the supreme realms shower upon you. Upon me. Upon all that is passing. May we both be suffused with vibrant, rich, and open energies that maintain us in delight and joy. Our immaculate self generous in shifting manifestations. May there be grace when we get lost and are in sorrow. May we be fierce in destroying all that obstructs us from seeing and being our original ever blissful nature. May we celebrate these precious gems in our lives: Clarity, love, wealth, peace, fearlessness, laughter and truth. May both of us be fully liberated to our fullest potential and self expression. May all that is be so in Divine Awareness. There is no separation from the ever radiant unbounded and unborn. I honor all within you. I honor all within me. Creation. Destruction. All the Nectars of the Divine and Beyond. So be it for the benefit of all.

He called us in to the courtyard early at dawn. He had my kitten. Some of the tenants at the pension stood around wondering what was going on. The kitten had been mewoing all night long. I hid behind a black iron stair well watching him with my little friend. I could make everything out. The sky was over cast. The clothes lines were empty. He put the kitten down. Pull his revolver out and shot my friend 5 times. I watched, horror stricken, 7 years old, my friend convulse and contort bleeding till there was no life in him. During breakfast everyone was talking about what happened just 45 minutes before. My mother was outraged when she heard about it. "That son of a bitch", she said. I heard someone say we were having cat for breakfast. Suddenly, there was a tumult from out of the kitchen. The man that had shot my little friend came running out in a panic. Mrs Rosa, the owner of the Pension, a rotund woman with black hair and dark passionate eyes was coming after him with a kit

One evening, I stood with my step mother hand in hand before the tent of the Spider Woman. I was 9. My mom was beginning her recovery. My dad was on the run in Nicaragua. I was abandoned. Nevertheless, I was glad to be at this carnival with rides and cotton candy. I had never seen anything like it. Costa Rica could often be such a magical place when I was growing up. This night the air was cool and the night was well lit with multi colored bulbs and the bustle of people moving to and fro in light amusement. Costa Rica had magic in the daytime as well for me. It was common to see all kinds of humming birds, vibrant jeweled emissaries, sipping delectable nectar from the orchids in my yard. They still amaze me. I remember seeing sloths on trees as I would walk about San Jose, the city. I would encounter butterflies, flowers everywhere, and that celestial blue sky of my home that is like my deepest layer of consciousness. I would gaze at this sky on afternoons after school easily for hou

I am looking for that she Monkey with a Blue Feather. This one monkey has an emerald gem encrusted between her brows. They say she lives by the stream where time begins. My friends who know of her, but never have sat with her, or even danced with her, say that she likes French toast, red wine, and humans who speak in Ancient tongues like the purple dialect of the Mayans. Now the reason that I am looking for her is that she has taken 3 of my cats near dawn. She grabbed them and jumped into a nearby pond where the Koi live and she has never come up from the shimmering waters. I have jumped into the pond myself and touched bottom. Only pebbles,algae,and dust lie at the bottom. Although the other day I found an amulet. It was a humming bird made out gold with some inscription probably in Sanskrit across its chest. My friend Sherri can not decipher it yet. Sometimes, I sit in a Cafe reading Sufi poetry and get a video message from the She monkey on my cell. I know its her because she congr

On my bed she unveils.......... Her body is taut and suffused with rubicund rivulets of divine lust unfolding. Her breasts are soft offerings to my moist and savoring tongue. I too am glowing, pulsating, and lifted to a fierce radiant awareness, direct and delighted to be a Man. My cock is a beacon. Her skin is soft ambrosia. My hand eagerly grabs her plump buttocks. I taste Delicately subtle currents of feminine light between slow swerving thighs as I chase her mysteries stealthily, assuredly, taking my time with this Gift that moans and clutches my hair as she raises one leg over my shoulder. She is fragrant, dewy as I search for her. To take her is to Enter Deeply. I am Determined Incadescence. The Traversal scintillates. There is truth. There are Inside our bodies Luminous inventions flowing wild with love energy.