TO CROW

I love Crow and Crow’s Friends.  They learned to share.

THey adopt me as their student and bard

Sing to me phrases that I’d never heard.

Just like a Poet are Crow and Crow’s Heart!

While they live in my presence they never

repeat what they say every day neither

would Crow treat me that way as ritual.

For nothing between us is tedious.

We choose it to be more mysterious

and set toward that end its desires

less assumption, less routine, less allure

and more, more, more everlasting suspense

The mastery of surprise is your own

not not to imitate what Wasn’t known

ECLIPSE IGUALDAD

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KNEES OF MERCY

Writing is an honor  a pledge to live

a day -- past, present, or future -- of time

living is something a bit different

without a participle it does thrive

a verb in the full measure of being

a priori or  was destined to be

in a manner of speaking so falsely

yet without it what is this mystery?

To rhetoric or to prophesy yields

as into its music it weaves its keys

which are to be touched in their loveliness

no single ingredient is perceived

alone but its details such are these:

harmony and mercy on their bent knees

The Soul is a Boat

The soul is a boat   the ocean sails.

Far on its distance and deeper within

It navigates the universe,  a  fin,

for harbor is the universe  an oar.

As the shore of an anchor   moors the tide

The wind-breathing of the sky  inhales

As existence a shoal of the sea spills

Beauty encircles   the hour returns

The beauty of the undulant waves bring

each orbits the weeping of the ages

and with swells of the size of creation

completes its renewal begins again

The soul is an ancient such mystery

it knows is equal to the seasons.

THE SOUL IS A BOAT

The soul is a boat   the ocean sails.

Far on its distance and deeper within

It navigates the universe,  a  fin,

for harbor is the universe  an oar.

As the shore of an anchor   moors the tide

The wind-breathing of the sky  inhales

As existence a shoal of the sea spills

Beauty encircles   the hour returns

The beauty of the undulant waves bring

each orbits the weeping of the ages

and with swells of the size of creation

completes its renewal begins again

The soul is an ancient such mystery

it knows is equal to the seasons.

ACUESTA LA LETRA

Acuestate letra hazte inmovil

y deja de viajar por el mundo

se oye tu sonido palpiton

dandole razon al creer sentido

Si existes no lo dudo ay vuelo

la paloma se entrega a tu cuerpo

respira tu eco como el tambor

la mano lo suena y el amor

mas tarde se unen por el patio

la sombra su atardecer su plomo

estas sus vocales se escuchan hoy

mientras los petalos perfumen color

tu son tu soneto tu sonido

escuchan de la boca el oido.

Wild Bird Cultured Roses

The flower that grows while the crow that crows

are attached to both ends of a horizon

stretched over its features introduces

a day like no other that’s come before

when the stem brings to beauty a mirror

as symbol of the sustenance of love

it perfumes with so ancient a perfume

scented stamen adheres to its color

presently across the sidewalk I pass

each speaks to me one is inaudible

cracking through the cosmos into the dirt

the other by two’s chants its messages

wild as birds and cultured as roses

fly wings of the sky, opaque and spacious