Dos soles

1 Atardece en Delhi. El sol rojo desciende tras la bruma. Sol pasión. Sol dolor. Sol amor. Corazón sangrante. 2 Amanece en Tárcoles. El sol blanco asciende tras la niebla. Sol gracia. Sol paz. Sol amor. Corazón luminoso. Delhi: Atardecer y Qutab Minar (Foto: BDW) https://videopress.com/v/xUStiSCf?preloadContent=metadata Amanecer blanco en Tárcoles: 6 de setiembre 2020

Rumi: Giving Yourself

Watching summer blooms at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, I am moved by their loving magnanimity. They give their vitality generously to hummingbirds, bees, butterflies, bumble bees, fireflies, and any other visitors who feed from their sweet heart. Canada Goldenrod (Solidago canadensis) Loving Spirits, the summer flowers give their delicious energy without asking their guests for … Continue reading Rumi: Giving Yourself

Neruda: El sur del océano

Me gustaba sentir el viento de tormenta oceánica y observar la lluvia caer sobre el Golfo Dulce desde nuestra playa solitaria. Disfrutaba cuando un nimboestrato acechante nos sorprendía, derramándose sobre nosotros como jícara llena de agua fresca. En esos momentos pensaba en el poema "El sur del océano" de Pablo Neruda y recordaba mis años … Continue reading Neruda: El sur del océano

Floral Simplicity

It is a cold, gray afternoon. Worries weigh on my mind like the nimbostratus, filled with rain, that hover over the land. In search of a wise, earthy voice, I seek Mary Oliver's poetry in my library. I come upon the poem "Just Lying on the Grass at Blackwater." These verses strike me as the … Continue reading Floral Simplicity

Rumi: Four Streams

I have been pondering, for months, Rumi's poem "Your First Eyes." He speaks of four streams that run inside the lover's soul-heart. I have been wondering what these spiritual currents might be. A lover has four streams inside,of water, wine, honey, and milk.Find those in yourself, and pay no attentionwhat so-and-so says about such and … Continue reading Rumi: Four Streams

Mirasol mi Vida

Hace cinco semanas la veranera derribó a mi Jardinero Fiel y lo hirió en el Salto del Ángel. También cayó sobre los arbustos que habían nacido de las semillas que Uitsili y yo habíamos sembrado a principios de año. Los dejó tan maltrechos que pensé que los arbustos morirían. Los desarraigué. Pero uno de ellos, … Continue reading Mirasol mi Vida

Lua Nova

Lua Nova de outubro. No meu jardim, escuridão e calma. No zênite, Vénus brilhante, deusa amorosa do firmamento. Na minha lembraça, o luar sobre o mar do Caribe. No meu coração, você. Nunca tive os olhos tão clarose o sorriso em tanta loucura.Sinto-me toda igual às árvores:solitária, perfeita e pura.Aqui estão meus olhos nas flores,meus … Continue reading Lua Nova

Rumi: All These Buds Will Blossom

Several weeks ago, a pest attacked the rose bushes in my garden. The sap-sucking bugs nearly killed the plants. These lost all their leaves and did not flower for a while. Thankfully, my Constant Gardener (Jardinero Fiel) eliminated the pest. Leaves started to bud soon after, and in the last week magenta and yellow roses … Continue reading Rumi: All These Buds Will Blossom

Rumi: Speak with Love

When I am wordless, I read Rumi's poetry. It speaks to my heart and soul. As I feel my speechlessness in the tropical night, I come upon his poem "Clouds": ...What we sayis a caravan bell, clouds moving across.Traveler, don't try to decide where to stop.(...)Stay light on your feet and keep moving.Speak any language, … Continue reading Rumi: Speak with Love