Like North America, Mexico is a genetic blend of population, language, religion and culture, and yet here is a unique mix of substance and flavor that brings out the best of what makes us human.
we are all shades
of the same color
petals of a single rose
To see it, is to feel it!
It’s not where you are leaving from,
what you are distancing from,
it is arriving at your destination,
the next step along the way
that you put there, you visualize,
down to cobble streets
and brightly painted neon walls.
It needs to be strong enough to smell it,
like a rack of polle simmering on a spit,
cool enough to taste it,
a frosted mug of cerveza dusting the lips.
We are all in this together,
the journey being what we are blessed with,
whether we see it that way or not.
We are all thinking the same thoughts,
it is how we interpret them.
We are all seeing the same thing
it is how we perceive it.
We are all saying the same thing
it is how we choose to hear it.
Meandering through the village
of our choice, side by side,
it’s all about how we choose to live in it,