Accept

You know it isn’t all the dream you think it is,
this dream.
It’s something else. That’s the point when the teachers say:
Pay attention.
Listen.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t wake up.
You can’t be somewhere else.
This now, this dream
is impossible to shake.
It never lets go.

That is its gift.

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November 1 A poem for Day of the Dead

Nov 1

I thought you had something I didn’t have
with your God
and your rituals,
your beautiful prayers

I thought you had some kind of freedom

but I wasn’t in chains then
my heart was a vast sea
gathering light
and awe

you thought I was trapped
in some crazy idea
that love was a person I could hold
with desire

I thought love was an offering
a candle
a poem
Eventually, ashes

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Only you/ Sólo tu

Each one of us carries a wildness inside
only our own heart can tame
No matter what they tell you only you
can name each barrio
Only you
can call forth each flower into light
from beneath the concrete
where your history lies
and your future lies dormant
Only you can give voice to your hunger
and your power,
the forces that rock you
and the forces that make you close your eyes and pray
Only you know the courage it takes
to step into freedom
Step into freedom my friends
Awaken
and know I am You

—————
Cada uno de nosotros lleva una tierra salvaje dentro
que sólo su propio corazón pueda domar
No importa lo que te dicen, sólo tu
Puede llamar cada barrio
Sólo tu
puedes provocar cada flor hasta la luz
desde debajo del hormigón
donde tu historia queda
y tu futura está dormida
Sólo tu puedes dar la voz a tu hambre
y a tu poder,
las fuerzas que le saquen
y las fuerzas que te hacen cerrar tus ojos y orar
Sólo tu sabes el coraje que esto toma
pasar hacia la libertad
Pase hacia la libertad mis amigos
Despierten
Y reconozcan que soy Tu

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I still don’t know / todavía no sé

i still don’t know
how in the harsh night
such tenderness could spring

or how many times I’ve turned away
from knowing

I still haven’t found a simple song
to leave outside your window

and I’ve prayed to the wind to tell me
but it laughs in the trees
and leaves me in rags

and I still don’t know
how to live without questions

or how many ways I’ve walked like a beggar
reaching for something
I can never name

and I still haven’t found a simple song
to leave outside your window

I still don’t know how
to love without chains

—————

todavia no sé
cómo en la luz
tal ternua podria florecer

o cuantas veces he vuelto
lejos de saber

todavía no he encontrado una canción sencilla
para dejar fuera de tu ventana

y he orado al viento que me digale
pero se ríe en los árboles
y me deja envuelto en harapos

y todavia no sé
cómo vivir sin preguntas

o cuantos caminos he andado como un mendigo
alcanzando para algo
nunca puedo llamar

y todavía no he encontrado una canción sencilla
para dejar fuera de tu ventana

todavia no sé cómo
amar sin cadenas

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there’s this place/ hay un lugar

there’s a place where the rusted edge
of all this grief
is stripped clean

this place where every reflection
is still
and so clear
you can see your heart breaking
at the same time as you see yourself walking away
in every direction

there are so many possible futures
you can never predict
what love will invite
to be whole

——–

hay un lugar donde el borde oxidado
de todo este dolor
esta despojado limpio

este lugar donde cada reflexión
esta tranquilo
y tan cristalino
se puede ver que tu corazón este rompiendo,
al mismo tiempo que te ves a sí mismo alejandose
en cada dirección

hay tantos futuros posibles,
no se puede nunca predecir
lo que el amor invitará
ser entero

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what the falcon said/ lo que dijo el halcón

I called to my brother the eagle
because my heart was in flames

my sister, the hawk, answered me:

Oh daughter of the earth
you are full of being and misgivings

look at the sun on my wings
touch your love like that
and leave her in the sweetness of your devotion

be like the moon
that touches the sea with whispers
and changes nothing

this way you are neither separate
nor bound

you are a poem with two voices
singing
into the mystery of two solitudes,
two gazes
with only one reflection
shimmering
under a sleepless sky

———

Llamé a mi hermano el águila,
porque mi corazón era en llamas

mi hermana, el halcón, me contestó:

Ay hija de la tierra
eres llena de ser y recelos

mira el sol en mis alas
toque a tu amor así
y dejela en el dulzor de tu devoción

sea como la luna
que toca el mar con susurros
y no cambia nada

así, ustedes no estan ni separadas
ni atadas

ustedes son un poema en dos voces
cantando
hacia el misterio de dos soledades
dos miradas
pero un solo reflejo
brillando
bajo el cielo insomne

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Imagine/ Imagine

what more could we wish for
each day is a temple
each moment a prayer
a feather

we make our wings this way
preparing for heaven

imagine the view

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que más pudieramos desear?
cada día es un templo
cada momento una oracion,
una pluma

hacemos nuestras alas asi
preparandonos para el cielo

imagine la vista

 

 

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