We Are Here

 

 

The train has left

At the point of entrance

From God

Notes have found themselves

From the note of entrance

To God

The “Happy” has burst

From the second of entrance

By God

Oh!!! Time, sound, start

I am Here!

Here, all the senses

Calling out thoughts

In the present

Melting time, sound, places

I am here!

See the symmetries

The harmonies, the feelings

I am here!

I shout the low tone

That breaths far

Of endless presence

Fills up the space

We are here!

 

Dec 2020

 

 

 

Words

 

 

The words came

Before the morning

Sparse on the floor

Ready to invent a meaning

Preparing for the harvest fight.

Red lymph, come to me!

Yellow light, come to me!

Grabbing the words of revealing

What is clear always hidden

Inside the dark ground.

One is the sound

That opens the morning beat

But morning does not wait.

One is the sparkle 

That opens the light, always inexorable.

One is the flower

That cures the belief.

I grabbed the sword and the chest

For the present of words

Farmed on the floor

The night before.

 

Dec 2020

 

 

 

Wind

 

 

And the wind came from

Perhaps at an angle

Weakening and strengthening 

By one direction.

It touches my face and

I do not sweat.

It blows my hair and

Gives me motion.

It swirls in my ears and

I hear a calling.

It shivers the water and

I see the sparkles of colors.

It moved the cloud and

I felt cold.

It swirled the branches

For the birds to fly.

He calls the world to order

With the gift of everyday

“You are worth” he said.

Where the pain came from?

Perhaps from an angle

Relentless by all directions

It dissipates into creation

To write his meaning

To give the cure.

 

Dec 2020                                  

 

 

Butterfly

 

 

You wrote the poem in the sky

With shapes of clouds.

You filled the clouds with sun light

From above beyond.

Light I cannot stare at

But at the dawn or the dusk of life.

Immense light will burn the eye to hide its mystery 

But spares the birds perhaps.

The details are massive soft clouds

Overwhelmed by beauty.

I am looking at the truth

Of this immense decoration

When crying astonished the surrender

You painted.

Tell me more! Show me more!

Ravage my heart with emotions!

Is suffering the conduit to creation?

Or the dimension to enter a secret?

Is perfect happiness a blink in life?

The precious dimension to the known secret

Hidden in details?

The larva trapped inside the silk

Will become butterfly.

So I keep building my spaceship of life

To fly above beyond the known,

To melt my details in the silence of the clouds

You just wrote for me.

 

 

Dec 15th, 2020

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The Point Ahead

 

 

I fell on the invisible line

Too close too distant

From my different eyes

To the one point my seeking mind sees.

The line that creates

Right and left

Before and after

Spins the clock of life toward…

Fearless present, it traps and drags

The changing moment

I cannot grab to fall.

The future anchored a savior vision

Now imagines the pointing star

Where my eyes meet finally.

But the spoon of time disguises itself,

Dressed hopes with memories

In the unstoppable present of the mind.

Time flowered perfumes

In the taste of a drooling mouth

To hunger for.

Tomorrow I will redraw my story again

With new lines of triangles, circles and spirals

Toward the point ahead, love.

 

Dec 2020                                    

 

 

Voices

 

 

Voices came through me

From thousand people

Shaped by stories

Of the hard arrows sent

Through the heart of us.

Particles diffuse their identity

Traverse the flesh

Become golden heavy for us.

Experience we discover

At the other end of receipt

Transformed in a miracle light

“ I got it!” “ I got it !”

Voices yelled to the outside

To find true relations

We give the tribe we belong.

Voices cannot cry

Are a gift to the world

I give them back after I carried

To warm your heart

To lighten your mind

To guide your journey

Toward the revelation of a kiss,

Of a smile, of a remembrance

Of the eternity we belong.

 

 

Dec 2020

                             

 

My Freedom

 

 

With my freedom I touched my toe

With my freedom I walked to the water

With my freedom I looked at your breast.

Ideals have evaporated

Leaving this microscopy.

With curiosity you look inside my eyes

At the game of discovery

How our freedom feels.

What is a new day I did not choose?

What is the desire of a sweet orange?

Between pleasure and pain

Bitterness mixes with sweetness

Enhances the sense of life.

Mist will raise in the day I did not choose

When I touched my toe to feel my freedom.

Fog of ideals will die with the sun

To make room for a collage

Of freedoms for us to do

At the transparent shield I have to break

To touch my toe.

 

 

Dec 2020

 

 

Ocean Seal

 

 

You do not want to know

Why I am speechless

Ocean seal with a crying smile

Twisting your dance around my soul

Fast it reaches depth,

With rhymes untangles

The silent net of senses,

Hugs the heart with surprise,

Astonishes a human spirit

In the journey above the abyss inside.

Gift after gift

Shatters the iced reality

To reveal under its layer

Buzzing life of swimming and swirling

In the ocean of liquid creation

Hidden under.

Smile will break iced realities

Wine tears will flow through

Love will explode

Just at the edge

Of what I want to know.

 

Dec 2020

 

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 Ebb And Flow

 

 

And the ebb and flow

Separated or united

Water we do not see

Inside.

It travels immanent

Never disappears

But it is gone.

Slips out at touch

You cannot hold the same

But it is the same.

Soft, silent and warm

Mists your breath

Blurs the light.

Cold and hard

Beats the shoulder of reality

Becomes a statue

Of what you carve.

It will come back one day

Unexpected , unrecognized

In the ocean of time.

It will call your eyes with waves

It will feed your thirsty mind

It will cleanse your oil away.

Swim it!

Let it inside 

It came from long distance

To find you again

At your ebb and flow.

 

Dec 2020