In a palapa in Yalapa
Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
He waves his hands in circles and squares
in candle shadows
Eyes turn inward to see
becoming a mind in the present
childlike wonder
big moon rising
pulling internal tides
stretching roots
grounded in the earth
Rudolpho knows how to laugh in colors
He knows how to dance Zorba style
arms held high to the diamonds in the sky
Nothing was achieved but everything was fixed
Zooming towards a universal experience
among the universal mind
Don't know where the night went
Rudolpho knows the ritual of the sun
Told me what I needed to know
singing
"Hurray another day"
while a parrot calls my name
and a scorpion slips into my shoe.
A palapa has no walls
I didn't either
all I was
was windows
Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
he knows all about goodbyes.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
In a palapa in Yalapa
Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
He waves his hands in circles and squares
in candle shadows
Eyes turn inward to see
becoming a mind in the present
childlike wonder
big moon rising
pulling internal tides
stretching roots
grounded in the earth
Rudolpho knows how to laugh in colors
He knows how to dance Zorba style
arms held high to the diamonds in the sky
Nothing was achieved but everything was fixed
Zooming towards a universal experience
among the universal mind
Don't know where the night went
Rudolpho knows the ritual of the sun
Told me what I needed to know
singing
"Hurray another day"
while a parrot calls my name
and a scorpion slips into my shoe.
A palapa has no walls
I didn't either
all I was
was windows
Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
he knows all about goodbyes.
