The Turtle
The turtle near me, fast
drew her weapon of speed
And won her race
with the far distant light
that shadows the roof on the ground.
Reflective surfaces like mirrors
Launched back the light,
In an instant it arrived
To the edge of the infinite.
And I looked at my body
Projected as shadow
On the ground
Slower than the turtle
While my reflecting eyes
Send my desires…
To evaporate immediately
To the end of the universe,
Reincarnated beyond time
In the soft velvet fabric of space
That embraces all
Of us with the illusion of mortality
Of us Devine
Of us who love.
Jan 2023
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Perpetual Movement
Let the minute bird jump
Up on the white column.
Let the woman’s smile
Illuminate with white teeth.
Let the bed announce
The movement of her leaving.
The moon gently raises the tide.
The wind ever changing
Pushes side to side
The sunlight
Fragmenting like pieces of glass the waves.
The magnet of earth ties up the leg.
And the moon levitates our hearts
In the evening of the wishes.
And the earth admonishes
with the duties of the day.
And the wind pushes our future ambitions.
How much movement in a smile!
How much movement in one emotion!
How much movement in the balance
Of Nature
By my eyes immobile
To absorb the divine message
That lives in me.
Mar 2023
Wind of Emotions
When the angry wind stopped
Fighting with the air
Silence it was.
The broken branches kneeled
Under the astonished survivors
Stillness it was.
We nature missed
The joyful wind that greets
With weaving palms’ fronds
The return of peace.
We missed
The melodic wind that whistles
Through the leaves
Music of love to my ears.
Chirping and singing
We took your strength …wind
To greet you in return.
You caress my face,
You whisper your words
I sense to understand
You say:
“ I carry from anger to love”
“ I carry from love to anger”.
To build greatness
By sculpting with grace
A human child!
June 2023
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Castaway
I,
Now just gray and dry tree frond
Clung onto the log
Flooded down the rapid river’s center.
My two sails fearless captured the wind
From prow…from stern
But not full of water
When a single obstacle
Just once pushed me
To the slow side of the river
Castaway.
Bleeding words during the day,
Bleeding images during sleep,
Sufi’s danze detached
The mind from the body
Twirling in circles.
Waiting for the new green fronds
I stay.
July 2023
Some Colors
Now,
After the land is plowed
It reveals the red ground
That veils the wooden sticks of your field.
Now,
You may collect them,
May lay them over the fire
To light up the sparkling yellow flame,
To prepare the food you choose to cook,
The food of your soul.
Now,
Up …an immense bleu …like sky
Hoovers over
Immense pure white plains…like snow
Hiding dark crevasses below.
With red, yellow,
Bleu, white and dark
Immanent light paints inspirations,
Fears and emotions.
You,
In your journey will have needs:
Red blood of passion in your veins,
Bright smiles on your face,
Wide eyes to look at the bleu above
A white gown to dress your character,
And…
The fear of dark to choose the light.
That light that will never abandon you.
July 2023