¿cómo dices lo indecible?

¿cómo dices lo indecible?

te vuelves pájaro para cantar

la canción del alma;

mariposa para mostrar

en colores al vuelo,

el secreto de la crisálida;

flor para soltar

todos los perfumes del corazón;

viento para llevar

todos sus sonidos,

silbar su canción,

acunar su aroma,

dar vuelo al gozo preso. 

O dejas que el silencio hable...

How do you utter the unutterable?
you become a bird to sing
the soul song;
a butterfly to show
in colors, when you fly,
the secret of the chrysalis;
a flower to release
all your heart's perfumes;
the wind to carry
all its sounds,
to whistle its song,
to rock its fragrance,
to let the captive joy free.
Or you let the silence speak...

the darkest night, we celebrate

It's cold and dark outside

let's go inside.

The darkest night starts.

We think that the light bulb will give us the needed light,

but we're struck to realize that the darkness doesn't go away.

We go back home, to see mother, father,

sisters or brothers, 

real life friends and foes,

who, like mirrors in the morning, show us our real face.

Suddenly, we see ourselves, vulnerably naked.

Conflicts, reactions, deep conversations,

real joy,

frank confessions or hypocrisy,

even fights and unbearable internal anguish,

all come out too clear to deny on that mirror of the other. 

Alone at home, there is no difference,

the empty space, the surrounding silence,

the long solitude hours, 

are also mirrors that reflect our real face.

As the sap goes down to the roots,

we too travel deep down inside,

looking at the essence of our being:

who am I really?

why my mother insists in the bread being perfect?

why my brother keeps drinking so much?

why my sister's on the phone in that corner?

why dad is always giving me advice?

why she's always ignoring me?

why do I react like this? 

why don't I care more?

And all the whys you can ask.

Some wonder if the holidays are celebration

or torture.

We are expected to do things,

we have to decorate,

we have to buy presents,

we have to cook this and that,

we have to go there,

they have to come here.

One way or another, the darkest night

touches us all with those emotions we've been avoiding all year long.

Still some others close down to them...

too painful to feel them.

If we choose to pay attention,

and allow ourselves to crack open, 

so the light gets in,

we may distill a purer sap to give life next Spring.

Fin del día - End of the day

Fin del día

El estanque tranquilo 

hoy esconde desazón bajo el agua.

cardúmenes y familias de tortugas,

y los sueños ahogados hace tiempo,

se agitan en el fondo.

El otoño deshoja mis ilusiones gastadas

Y el viento se lleva mi última esperanza.

El cielo encapotado de gris

Me abriga con su gélido manto

En mi jardín las flores ya se han muerto

Y no hay trinos que me despierten de madrugada

una carta que no llega es también un mensaje

de silencio helado que me inverna el alma.

La cansina letanía del tic tac en el reloj de la casa

me desdibuja el tiempo y el espacio de la espera

otro hoy que será pronto ayer,

pero mañana ya no llega.

 Un río de tristeza se me escapa

y me inunda de agonía.

Los pájaros y las Monarca migran escapando al frío,

los topos se enrollan en su nido bajo tierra,

pero cuando se cubre de hielo el alma,

y al corazón se le destrozan las alas,

la sonrisa apagada

¿adónde va a parar el amor que no se entrega?

End of the day

The still pond today is hiding

an underwater turmoil.

Schools of fish,

families of turtles,

and the dreams that have drowned long ago,

are simmering inside.

Autumn strips the leaves of my withered illusions,

and the wind takes away my last hope.

The sky overcast with gray

covers me with its icy mantle.

In my garden the flowers are already dead

and no trills wake me up at dawn.

A letter not arrived is also a message

of frozen silence that brings winter to my soul.

The weary litany of the clock ticking in the house

blurs the time and space of my waiting,

another today that will be soon yesterday;

but tomorrow never arrives.

A river of sadness runs out and floods me with agony.

The birds and the Monarch migrate,

escaping from the cold,

the moles are rolled tight in their nests underground,

but when the soul is covered with ice,

and broken are the wings of the heart,

the smile faded...

where does the unexpressed love go?

Poema al dictado - Dictation

Frenas

y el híbrido se apaga,

la pausa silenciosa

te detiene en el tiempo y el espacio,

y ves tu cuerpo ahora

en el inexorable segundo que se esfuma,

que ya no es,

porque te has muerto

y renaces otra vez.

Y otra vez estás frente a tí,

sumergido en ese río de energía

que te arrastra, que te lleva

sin que sepas ni dónde ni cuándo

sin fronteras, diluído.

Arrancas

y el vehículo rretrocede,

te estacionas y el silencio

se cuaja, se expande y se difunde.

Te ves gota de agua en el océano

con el inexorable destino 

de evaporarte y ser,

porque te has vuelto

a la esencia que da nueva vida.

Vuelves, regresas

y el vehículo se enciende una vez más

aunque no quieras, estás.

Vas con él como jugando

el juego de ir buscando 

un nuevo experimento

de Amor, que es la Vida misma.

Ven, vamos.

Dictation

You brake

and the hybrid shuts off

in silent pause.

It stops you in time and space

and you see your body now

in the inexorable fleeting second

that is no more,

because you've died

and you're reborn.

And you're again in front of yourself

immerse in that energy river

that carries you, and drags you

without your knowing where or when,

without boundaries, dissolved.

You restart
and the vehicle backs up,
you park and the silence
settles, expands and spreads.
You see yourself, water drop in the ocean,
with the unavoidable destiny
of evaporating and being,
because you've returned
to the essence that has given you new life.

You turn, return
and the engine turns on again,
although you don't want to, you are.
You go with it, like playing
a new experiment
of Love, that is Life itself.
Come, let's go!

Challenge

Some things don't make much sense,

unreasonable, illogical, 

unexpected, surreal,

impossible to explain,

coming out of the blue,

(deep blue, dark Universe?)

This moment in life 

when we are asked to give it all out,

to give up all 

we know to be true,

& leave it all behind

is the highest challenge of all.

The emotions run high,

our bodies are shaken,

our minds are squeezed, 

because we need a propulsion;

if life were nice, cozy & easy

we wouldn't move an inch,

so the strong emotions push us ahead. 

This is not a small task,

we are called on a mission from High;

if we accept the call

& decide to put on the red shoes,

the yellow brick road

will be in front of us all the way,

even if we don't know

what's at the  end of it.

I suspect the destination

is probably HOME!

Parque de Anaga, Tenerife

Birthing

Birthing 

There is a shaking egg,

a new life force

striving to be born,

a future imprisoned in a shell,

its prison wall waiting to be torn.

Excited and anxious to see its tender body,

in awe at this tiny shape

I'm stunned by its mighty power.

Watching in wonder...

I'm tempted to hold it and help.

It struggles and breaks the first crack.

This life that already is,

wants to BE,

this baby bird coming out wants to fly,

this new "me" wants to experience and see,

this new future "being" wants to hurt and to cry,

Ancient Spirit of High wants a form for its bliss.

My silent reverence sits and observes

this tiny colossal of power through a split. 

I don't touch, I don't breath.

It rolls, it shakes s'more, it pushes and stings.

I'm afraid, I'm impatient, I freeze

when its little beak's out free.

It's not taking its time,

It's taking more strength

that will need to stand up.

It's not slow,

it's learning endurance and patience

that'll need to survive.

It's not tidy,

it's building perseverance and commitment

that'll need to go on.

It's not neat,

it's creating the masterpiece

of this, its new performance.

That is why I stay back,

and don't help you baby bird,

so you can walk on your own and succeed

here now.

The answer

You arrived without memory,
double-faced guardian at the gate,
rooted down in this fleeting moment,
one face projecting to the future,
another one looking into the past,
one face watching for outside enemies,
the other looking after the abode.

Thinking that you know
what you have not yet seen.
You deceive me, and I still love you.
You mock me, and I still love you.
You spit on me, and I still love you.
You are angry, and I still love you.
You hate me, and I still love you.

You think you know,
but you can't see clear.
I love you so you understand
that without me you are not,
because Love gave you life.
I am Love.
You are me.

Anaga Park in North Tenerife, Canary Islands.