Thursday, October 23, 2014

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

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

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

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.

Monday, October 20, 2014

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