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
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



"Recordar: To remember; from the Latin records,
to pass back through the heart."

― Eduardo Germán María Hughes Galeano
from The Book of Embraces


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)


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.



I do not know how to love.
Neither do you.
It is precisely why love
is here. To teach us.