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I was born(incarnated) returned to planet earth again after countless incarnations in the foothills of northern California on December 22,1953, Dwapara Yuga 253, Winter Solstice, Sun in Capricorn 0 degrees, Moon in Cancer 24 degrees, with libra rising, ancient Lemuria, Atlantis linger in my consciousnesses, as well as past life memories in India, Greece, Lebanon, and Mexico. At seven years old in the second grade I wrote my first poem, a Haiku, titled "Mogli",

at that moment I fell in love with poetry.  Third child of seven children, my parents were born in Jalisco, Mexico in the city of Guadalajara. My post-high school studies began in the fall of 1972.  I received two degrees in English Lit. and Religious Studies, with an emphasis on Creative Writing. I had several poems published while in my mid college years.  I followed my post graduate studies receiving a Master's degree in Special Education, with two credentials in English Lit. and Special Education.  Married in early 1981, one daughter who also teaches students with disabilities, and is presently a professor at the U.C.S.D, University of California at San Diego, Nalini Asha.  She is in pursuant of her doctorate degree in communications.

I have taught students with disabilities of all ages beginning in the fall of 1972.  my first teaching assignment was a classroom for children with autism at an elementary school in August of 1988.    For the last 31 years I taught young adults with disabilities teaching basic life-skills. I retired in the summer of 2019.

Language, its origin in the human psyche is potentially transformational and infinite; I feel when I write or am engaged in the composition of a poem, words become a medium surfacing from the unconscious to the conscious realm.  As dreams are the language of the subconscious during our sleep state a poem and its process is no less "dream consciousness" manifesting as words as the poet's lexicon.  Breath and poetry for me are one, inseparable and necessary for my living.  A poem both lives orally and as a composition on paper, and is infinite in its potential to transform both the writer and reader because by nature the human species like language are infinite.

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and you will believe me

in the song’s after-life

when dusk reveals the sunken light

and the rains beneath us sleep,

then i will think of you suspend’d

in the quiet hours…

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