Wednesday, May 30, 2007

The Dancing Circle

Your hope is close or far if you may
there are countless ways
You don't need to be
A Muslim nor Jew
Nor a Christian
Or a bamboo
You don't need to be
Buddhist nor a monk
nor a preacher
in the dark
Come I will show you
How to count, No...
Not your blessings
But your grunts
Take my hand and let us dance
The air around us is waiting
The music has been too loud
Only if you take my hand
You will be able to see
What you call a self
But alas you keep
Going around in
Circles like
a nut
Two circles
Three and Four
How many more you will learn
The circle doesn't rotate
Only in the middle
When What or How
No..Don't ask!
Just take
my hand

Monday, May 21, 2007

On This Midnight Hour

on this midnight hour
I remembered you
next to me
you used to sit
It happened perhaps
In my imagination
Thrown like sand
In the wind
Soft music falling
Rain caressing the trees
Where have you been, tonight
Now and yesterday
Here and there
I write your name
On the sand of
This midnight hour

The Magic Table

"As the sun simmers with heat
You will find treasures underneath"
The message was clear
It came to him as he laid down
Head on the center, hands open
on the big magic table
He shared his message
And from that day
Every time his son played the violin
The table gave him one dollar to many
Years passed
Who knows how many more
The table will give
Until the day truth to his son will be hissed
Mysteries and fairy tales
We live them everyday
Play with your past
Laugh at all the details
How can all be shown
The infinite sea can't stop its flow
You will die once you are bored
To come back as a child playing with baby dolls
Until then, here is one fairy I was told

"Open your arms wide, stretch to the floor
And when your prayers are answered, thank the day you are born"