Kneeling

Desert lions, I miss you!
I miss your strength.
Pray for people and for their dried up roots!
I want to caress your fantastic mane with my leaves.
I want to hear your roar.
Speak for me, desert lions!
Pray for people, desert lions!
Sprinkle some of your eyes’ strength
in people’s souls.
These souls are so thirsty for love…
Kneel your power, desert lions and send us your prayer.

Questions

There is Time. You are Time, rising towards nowhere.
You are Time stepping down towards somewhere else.
There is Time petrified in a light that could never be red.
Why isn’t ever enough Time?

There is Earth. You are Earth, black and heavy and full of rainbows.
You are Earth, from the world across,
You are the Earth of the eternal world among all of the worlds.
Why aren’t we one with the Earth?

There is a Moment. You are the Moment, born from the Time
rising towards nowhere.
You are the Moment, born from the black and heavy Earth,
full of rainbows.
Why can’t the Moment last forever?

You are everything. So, why is there this farewell
without face or laugh?
Why is there a tear and why this roundness of stones?
Why just stones?

Rising

The sun rises once again.
Where did all the darkness go? It was here just a minute ago…
The night was all around me, I could feel its touch
The night surrounded me and I felt nothing afterwards.
I almost miss the finality of night.
I feel it seeping inside me and the fear of no light,
Slowly gives way to coolness.

The sun is back. You are the light. The light of my night?
No. It comes after darkness. IS it just my light?
And why should I share it with the world? Or do I?
Does everyone else see the light?
I see people walking in the dark.
I see people cold and empty.
How could they be empty when the sun is up?
They must not have seen it?
Should I tell them?
Hey! Stop! Can’t you see?

Flow

I am a mountain spring. In the eyes of the mountain, I am small, but so vital. I run through forests, I search the valleys, I am cold and alive. I dream of a quiet lake, but I can’t be one. There’s too much motion, there’s too much purpose, there’s too much desire to conquer the world. The mountain would be empty without me, although the mountain gets tired of my constant flowing. It sets up rocks in my path; it uproots trees and throws them in my banks. I move around the rocks, I flow through the trees. My banks cannot contain me. I get to the dam and I focus on being. I am amazed at how free I feel, and how contained. I come and go, from one side to the other, I jump and flow and the dam is around me. I smile… I am free, but I am home. When I get tired, I can make… electricity.
I am a mountain spring. You are my dam.

Trial

The nothingness did not change.
Holding my silence in my arms, in the middle of its darkness,
I looked up and watched the sky. I said:
I am a piece of this tree that… hurts.
My silence was only a bundle of darkness and transparency,
a drop from the world’s silence.

A piece of the sky was missing. Oh, that’s my silence!
A crumble from the sky.
And there was the sky full of holes. Terrible.
My fear was born.
What if I can’t put the sky back… inside me?
What if I’ll leave the world looking at a hole in the sky?

I was quiet, holding my silence close to me.
I was quiet till my silence deafened
And implored me to come back inside me.