Qué distancia recorre un corazón?
en toda la vida
dando
tomando
recibiendo
tan largo como un río desemboca en el mar
madera flotante en la arena
esperando

A star
A leafless tree
Hour cast by hour

Who knows, where we are
Half of the time
Light to a light

If you could remake the world
Its secret would open like a flower
All the holy books concluded
The moon, the sky, the stars
A cloud to take support
A spring rain
As if there were nothing else

If one of these stones
Were to give way
What keeps us silent
It would open up, like a wound
In which you have to submerge

Sand
You demand in return
For the last rose
Back at home
This evening also wants to be fed

In the name of the first of the three
Who cried out

Politics are the spirit-ual sphere of the modern human
Forever chasing that sense of peace and elation
The golden thing
What can contain
All our rage and devotion

Surrounded by this infinity
Revealing the overwhelming, eternal vitality of the universe, the dark, surrounding audience
Was swallowing the whole of reality
At an impossible rate of speed

Improvisational, suddenly, the silence
The precursor to everything

I realized I had been nothing
Perhaps out of dullness or education
Loosened thoughts and words
Left on leaves somewhere

Fear accompanied by desires
A sky still
Free today
Yesterday missing

Diversity protects the species / we all have flaws
This life lies open
The claim of a goal,
Inanimate and pretensive

Love opens the prison
Now that I am nothing
Stars rushing into us
Luminesce softly at every moment

     — for Agatha

As I see it
the sky above us
the dream below

Each possibility to begin
the infinite
searching the two rivers
that cross in the imagination
your mind builds the bridge in the dream
only later you know what it means

Our selves float and drift on

an ocean of memory,
lives that come before us

In the absolute language between
the poem on your lips and
the blue of the wave
you are the music of silence  
only echo of infinity
the unlikely root of words

I thought I was your captive
Like being struck through the heart, like lightning, like time
That rises away
Past a roof
And slips across
A higher landscape,
A different neighborhood

A silence that exists only in small noises
The humming of birds, the beach, the buzzing of the sea
The luminescence of another world,
the beat of the heart,
dawn and evening;
falling silent snow.

If any of these sounds open
Do they become roads
Become flowers
Behind walls
That seize the original heart
through some alternate pathway, via some underground stream

Night opens
Like stars
And that
Which is like
The sky
Between you and me
Songs of April
Songs of May