Innocent Traitor

-Mama, is that you?

-Yes son, I've been out

-Are we going to survive?

-The wind will tell, son, the wind will definitely tell

-I've been thinking mama

-The topic?

-Am I a traitor?

-Why, no, son. Life has made you its soldier, you must defend its flag

-My helmet is thin and my bullets harmless. I was sent to die

-The snakes have silenced

-And with them my heart

Imagination & Hallucination

Imagination
&
Hallucination
in the vast
amplitude of mind,
true sisters of the wild.

What a strange picture
my senses gather,
Son on Mom
&
Daddy on Daughter?

Out to find freedom
in forests of hope
Aiming for that kingdom
of structures without slopes.

Egyptian triangles
in the kitchen
Greek Columns
in the yard
Caribbean caverns
show those pictures
hanging from the levelled walls.

Exploring the garden
you might find
Legitimate creatures
of every kind

Give them a glance
and stare at yourself
Aren't we made of exactly the same?

How joyfully they laugh
to the gentle touch of the sun
While insects gather
at their foundation
to plan the murder
of the King's son

The sky witnesses
with eternal eyes,
Let's not peel the retina off
those sacred eyes

And the birds, O the birds!
They sing through your agony
and you burst, burst, burst!
as you enter the Great Valley

We all congregate to protest.
We all claim a lead role.
We all sacrifice to honorable graves.

We knock in the castle's door,
We float like crazy ghosts.
We penetrate the night
with wings of curiosity.

Fire. Lost Homes. Exile.
Pre-arranged Destiny.
Smile. Kiss. Satisfaction.
Constant Repetition.

Follow your rules

Intrinsic Truth

To rest my head
in a freedom feathered
pillow
I must orchestrate
&
be the puppeteer
of the Universal Mind

Let's anchor ourselves to the moment,
entwine our senses to be the flower.
Let's listen to the secret language
that speaks to us in every day reality

Let's submerge in
Intrinsic truth

A Congregation of Spiders

A congregation of spiders
claiming their right to the land
Invisible symmetrical webs
creating textures hard to understand

Grass-roots witness
repetitive rituals
sensitive antennas
language of the wild

An open field provides
space for decorative
undisturbed syntonies
essential for insect chants

No explanation, only being.

Apart- Together

The rain cleans the dangers
and they all head homewards,
watching out for the
Lightning's Electric Destiny