La casa encantada de la playa
jueves, 27 de abril de 2023
Shame
domingo, 26 de febrero de 2023
Deseo terrenal XXVIII
el relámpago?
¿Qué sucede cuando la grieta de su impacto
clama a la lluvia, pero el cielo
se ha vaciado?
Las estrellas nos están mirando
tan callado
y bajo techo yo les conjuré tanto
desdén, tanto.
La Luna en el espejo
solo va transitando,
acostados sobre el pasto
les rogamos tanto
a los astros.
Pero yo tampoco puedo
prometer la lluvia, solo soy
un ser humano.
Y cada estrella es solo gas
expirando.
¿Con qué derecho le reclamo yo al cielo
que me entregue mis deseos en mano? Oh, mas
¿con qué derecho los astros me señalan
el sendero iluminando?
Salgo a caminar solo cuando
las nubes se han arrebujado,
sujetando
mi candil siempre en alto.
sábado, 5 de noviembre de 2022
God
It humbles me to know that, as overcome as I am by my love, it is not special. All the stars above have seen it millions of times before, it is not new. Each tree and each stone I walk by recognize me as a lover, thinking: there is yet another. So many creatures have carried this very torch before, and right now, even - I have so many siblings in love. Every poem I write has been written before. Everything I dare to dream has been conjured up by the captive mind of another sleeping beau. We are millions - we who know of rapture without God. Except that is not true: we do know God. God is love itself. It has already taken our souls. For eternity, I presume - I really do not know. Maybe the option to have my soul back is there, but I would not choose it. I do not want it to return.
There is no coming back from knowing God. There is no other faith that could be taught to me that I would be able to hold. All who claim to be gods are but spirits that wander the world, looking to not be forgotten. They are no more than me. They are no less alone.
I am godlike, for I carry God ablaze in me, eternally, like a star. It sparked inside me, inadvertently, lightning struck. Its embers were already glowing within when I was born, and after I dispose of this body, they will continue to burn. It transcends my humanity, my mortality - every little cell that conforms me, is ruled by it. It is above me, it is before me - I come after. I am a prideful individual, self-absorbed, and yet, I like it this way. Love can have my ego and throw it into the ocean for all I care. Love can let my ego drown. I am a willing slave to love. It was never an accident: I chose it, wholehearted. I chose to love, this much, this many, this long, this deep and hard and raw. Love is the rope climbed up by my soul from Hell to Heaven. Love is what unifies all the lives I ever had. Love defined me, and the world around. It created us all. From love we all spawn and to love we shall return.