Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday

Some Fill With Each Good Rain - Algunos se Llenan con Cada Lluvia

A poem by Hafiz interpreted by Daniel Ladinsky, translated by me.
(versión en español más abajo)

SOME FILL WITH EACH GOOD RAIN

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.









ALGUNOS SE LLENAN CON CADA LLUVIA

Hay varios pozos dentro de tu corazón.
Algunos se llenan con cada lluvia buena,
Hay otros que son demasiado profundos para eso.

En un pozo
Solamente tienes unas pocas tazas preciosas,
Ese "amor" es literalmente algo de ti mismo,
Puede crecer tan lento como un diamante
Si se pierde.

Tu amor
Nunca debería ofrecerse a la boca de un
Desconocido,
Sólo a alguien
Que tenga el valor y el coraje
Para sacarse pedazos de su alma con un cuchillo
Y luego, con ellos, tejer una manta
Para protegerte.

Hay varios pozos dentro de nosotros.
Algunos se llenan con cada buena lluvia,
Hay otros que son demasiado, demasiado profundos
Para eso.

descanso


la mar busca
donde descansar
sus olas fatigadas
pero no encuentra
orilla que la acobije...
todo es temporal
y así no más
tiene que seguir
fluyendo.

Tuesday

fue



el cambio se viene
como una ola imparable,
maremoto.

he corrido todo lo que pude,
intentado escapar por donde fuera;
me alcanzó.

creando...

la magia viaja conmigo
me envuelve
como una manta
de luz que
da luz
a mi camino,
y camino entre las estrellas
pisando firme la tierra.
me pierdo en el universo
y me encuentro en todos
y todas partes.

hablo con las plantas
en un diálogo muy interior
de mi y de ellas
y compartimos un rato
tiradas en el suelo
estiradas hacia el cielo.

bailo con los animales;
me enseñan a correr y dejar correr
mis intuiciones
instinto divino
instante vivido.

y entre humanos,
creamos
amor.

Friday

Cartagena (Chile)



Oh! Cartagena,
Esqueleto de ciudad
Ruinas de humanidad
El misterio de tu costa;
Por qué te han abandonado
Tus hijos?

Llenos de esperanzas
Han cambiado tus
Aires maravillosos
Tus olas fieles
El laberinto de tus calles
Un cielo lleno de estrellas
Por la promesa de plata
Y una nube de humo

No pretendo entenderles o no
Por algo se han marchado
Ahora sólo queda
La juventad, la vejez
Y el mar que, incansable, se renueva.

exhausted

i live in a world of nostalgia
in memories - ego - of things
once present
coming and going
looking for something with
eyes closed;
censoring

back to a different square
where things are not quite the same
and i am reluctant to
use the word "i."

as soon as i think of the future,
i see images of the past
and when i remember things past,
i project them into the future,
which leaves me feeling as if i had
a very busy day
of running back and forth.

Monday

daybreak

i am like

daybreak.

ever so slowly

i am filling

with

light.

here

smoldering in this feeling
of oneness
this oneness of oneness
ecstatic from head to toe
and everywhere else
freedom looks out
from behind my eyes
light leaves through
my palms
melting melting

no desire for
philosophical dissertations
the joy of limiting the soul
mental masturbation
blindly chasing after
words
crafted from light

the words are
stagnant.
immoble.
like gas station clerks
i ask them for directions
you're already HERE.

Saturday

why do you wait

why do you wait for a
guru
to tell you who you are?

once again in a simple second
i lose my boundaries
and loosen my soul

the mind is a trap
confined in the physical

there...
between the seer and the seen

silence

in silence
all day
contemplating silently
all night

silently returning to
a source.

nothing is forever
means
something is.

still

alone in the world
alone in my silence

everyone is coming and going
coming and going
whirlwind

i stand, still
in the middle of a crowded street
no one notices

no one notices
a tree

in a world of movement,
only movement

spinning and spinning
faster, faster

i slowly grind
to a
halt.

why are you looking

why are you looking
when there is nothing to be found?
maybe someone should look for you

i set my mind to fast
but in this bliss
i reach for the sweetest thing i can find
and metabolize it into Love

no knowing

in this waking life
i don't know what to do
when the mind is quiet
there is no knowledge
no knower

everything seems foreign
i do not understand it
yet it is a part of us

we are one
no parts
no parting
always unified
no unity
without separation, how can somethings
come together?

the courage to die
mystics wrote the scriptures!
they can not be taken at face value
instead, find the scripture that is not written
anywhere
one source, many poets
all swaying in the same breeze
all blowing

now i vanish
and float away from nowhere

in the morning we glow...

in the morning we glow...
arise arise.
what to do in this ecstasy
Be.

god entering god

barefoot i connect disconnect recollect
drumming bum bum
feeli--

and at once i am bathed in
light
honey
god surrounding god
infinity realizing

god sits on the bed
and here's god come into
the room
god entering god
god writes about godself

coherent incoherence

illusion illusory the mind flowing
river talk write faster shooting go
away flow freedom through me
empty breeze blow
mind everywhere
coherent incoherence

mind mind not crazy dying
goodbye enter God enter Nothing
enter Emptiness leave no entrance
inside and outside the same no
entrance no movement
is
everything and nothing
no poems of longing
is
in this moment
no more places
no longing
is
the realization
of nothing. ness.

soul searcher

soul searcher
late at night
spinning spirals
weaving visions
light
future
art
a breaking
breakthrough