Bamboo forest

Lost in the [bamboo] forest
I sought the light, the Way out.
Buen Camino!

_ _ _

"If it is to come
it will come of itself like a separate
being,
a mystery, working
unseen as a wind causes still
leaves or water to move once again.
And hide me in the shadow of Your wings.

Let the heart be moved again."


— Franz Wright, from Reparations
(1953 - 2015)

The tempest

I watch the sun melt

mould in a drop of water —

the eye of a tempest

staring back at me

_ _ _

"I am trying now to exaggerate the essential,

and purposely leave the obvious things vague."

— Vincent van Gogh, from Letter to Theo van Gogh

Arles, 26 May 1888

Bugambilia

"Recordar: To remember; from the Latin records,

to pass back through the heart."

― Eduardo Germán María Hughes Galeano

from The Book of Embraces

Towards a New Moon

*Last Quarter

Each day a New Sun

“I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her
to get out if I could. But there is a woman stuck in my throat”

― Eduardo Germán María Hughes Galeano
(1940 - 2015)

Tender embrace

Tangled [in] words

I get tangled in words
run aimlessly between reason

and consequence.

There is a notion of getting [it]

                                in the word for-getting

and giving [all there is]

                                in the word for-giving.

I figured that the other night

drifting at the water’s edge, waves

washing my weary senses.

There is a point where a thought

 needs to be verbalized. Then I speak

in the words of others, or perhaps

it's the other way around?

However weightless, I am not a bird
nor wind rustling the leaves.
I dare not
                                disturb the silence.

Impartance

I do not know how to love.

Neither do you.

It is precisely why love

is here. To teach us.