Águas de Março/ Waters of March
quinta-feira, 10 de março de 2022
segunda-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2022
AS IT STANDS
As it stands
I do not wish to have a nation in me
no more.
As it stands,
I do not wish to have a city,
(urban legends to soothe me)
no more.
Brick on brick I wish for open ended walls
to meet the breeze on swaying grasses,
in open fields,
the sweat and speed of common labor,
the piercing thought of thought in common,
the common bond,
the common beat of human heart.
And given that I will then create
a nation of one with my surroundings,
a family of many youngsters with the rocks,
a place with birds among the spoil of cats,
a place of gentle stay in hurricane.
A clear place of sotto voice and not a muttering,
a place of a capella,
a paradise and hell in one.
terça-feira, 5 de maio de 2020
Beauty?
inside this violent world
where they make transactions
with beauty.
Reason says, Nonsense.
I have walked and measured the walls here.
There are no places like that.
Love says, There are.
(?)
-Rumi, from Secret Places
sexta-feira, 4 de outubro de 2019
quinta-feira, 16 de maio de 2019
Love says
Lovers find secret places
inside this violent world
where they make transactions
with beauty.
Reason says, Nonsense.
I have walked and measured the walls here.
There are no places like that.
Love says, There are.
-Rumi, from Secret Places
This world is not yet in flames
This world of slow question mark, single blue jay, early monarch in
milkweed, blue azure damselflies and elusive blue indigo birds in May - is not yet in flames.
quinta-feira, 18 de abril de 2019
Hummingbirds are coming
A visit to a privately owned "public garden", for a fee.
Hummingbirds are coming. They build their tiny nests from fine materials, like the fuzz from emerging native Cinnamon ferns.
Spring beauties, on a meditative ephemeral moss garden where, we are told, master moss keepers maintain the balance.
Royal ferns keep you in check.
Oak blossoms remind you of Spring folktales I forgot, the fiddle heads in Christmas stockings.
For last, the remembering of roots, some of the old colony masters. Our dream friends.
Happy, or not, Easter Day!
4/18/19
Hummingbirds are coming. They build their tiny nests from fine materials, like the fuzz from emerging native Cinnamon ferns.
Spring beauties, on a meditative ephemeral moss garden where, we are told, master moss keepers maintain the balance.
Royal ferns keep you in check.
Oak blossoms remind you of Spring folktales I forgot, the fiddle heads in Christmas stockings.
For last, the remembering of roots, some of the old colony masters. Our dream friends.
Happy, or not, Easter Day!
4/18/19
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