jueves, 9 de diciembre de 2021

Segunda Labor

 




Diciembre 8. 

Hemos trabajado incansablemente en disposición de la consagración del oficio más ingrato. Nos anteponemos a mequetrefes que lo adoptan no por necesidad sino por conveniencia. 

¿Quién ha de labrar a la locura por necesidad?

Labor. Vengo ante ti para decirte que estoy cansada de las horas que he dejado de darte viendo a los otros difundir obviedades que nunca son verdaderas.

Me sentaré aquí por la llama que me toca y el fuego impertinente que me corresponde.

No voy a dejar tu cabeza coronada por el hielo ni voy a permitir que nadie toque mi turbante ni que se sepan los misterios del grito de mi cabellera.

Nadie se robará mi danza, sólo los pronunciadores  y necesitados abrirán la puerta. 

miércoles, 12 de febrero de 2020

The Shelter




My metronomous feet walk the Cohenian Love and Hate
as if they were operatic arias.

I pull you from a distant memory to sit with me
and drink a coffee for this once.

“I didn’t believe you when you told me that you had no love for me”

I tried to break in front of you
hoping the hero will gather the pieces
and put me back together.
And I had you in my lap
and while I could
I gave shelter to your back
so that you never had to feel
the cold of the winter nor starve
though I almost froze to death and you had no love to give me

I also didn´t ask since you said was not in you
wasn´t you
wasn’t natural
wasn´t there.

So I still from time to time shed a tear and wonder why I could not believe in you when you said that in your heart
you had no love for me.

Still once in a while through all these years I sit with you
only this time we share the cloak and pray to God
we save ourselves from the hunger and the winter.

martes, 4 de febrero de 2020

The Fox Woman




It took me some time before I have developed respect 
for The Fox Woman.

I definitely disliked many of the word choices she made in the past. 

                                                                  That would be no problem


my problem is that she wrote them down and

(for me) 

they were just distasteful anger. But anyways, 

there was this:


The line where our path crossed. Now. 

After so many years.


We probably still share this taste for Mahler without ever knowing each other. 

I'm almost sure we both respect disliking things... even of our mothers. 

We hold in our hearts a sacred place for words and wisdom. 

We strive for knowledge.


                                     No-Matter-What

There’s this ability to prevail.

And clearly, I admit,


Imperfect as I am

                              as she is

That was a hell of a wound to carry in the heart!


                                                                           -We have decided not to live by the sword-

Here

                      There



I am not your victim. *





*(Posted after a year. Originally written on 1-14-2019).





jueves, 26 de febrero de 2015

Palabras de Felix (el hermano que Dios me dio):

Después de tantas noches tristes, tantas noches llenas de duda y rabia, esta noche ha llegado para hacer del resto algo diferente, algo lleno de alegría y felicidad. Hoy le dije a tu esposo “te doy las gracias, porque hace mucho que no la veía feliz, y es por ti, por todo esto que has hecho por ella. Hermano, gracias”. Él sonreía, no sé si por mi mal inglés o por no saber qué decir ante tal revelación. Me preguntó, “¿y cuándo nos visitas?”, yo le respondí “esperaré a que hagan un puente que cruce el mar, así podré irme caminando”. Después de reírnos un rato le dije “debes plantar un árbol de granadas en el patio de la casa de ambos”, él me dijo que lo hará, pero que quizás no prenda el árbol, o no de fruto. Yo le dije que sembrara la semilla, que Dios hará el resto.
Mi querida Aryam, te escribo esto porque estoy muy feliz, y quiero hacerlo público. Estoy feliz no solo porque te hayas casado con un buen hombre, que te ama y que de seguro te cuidará y te protegerá por siempre. También estoy feliz porque tu destino me devuelve la esperanza, la fe en que si uno obra bien le va bien, en que Dios no nos ha abandonado, y en que a la gente buena es justo que le pasen cosas buenas.
Quiero que juntos planten ese árbol de granadas, como el que tenías en casa de tu abuela. Ese árbol será plantado en un nuevo suelo, uno más fértil y más limpio que el anterior. Dará frutos frescos y sabrosos, sombra en los días soleados y cobijo en los días con fuertes vientos. Será fuerte, será grande, será hermoso. Ya lo verás. Estoy más seguro de ello que del hecho de que salga el sol en la mañana.
Porque ese árbol es tu nueva vida, Aryam, en una nueva tierra, con nuevo sol y nuevos aires, junto a tu esposo, que también es parte de ese árbol, lo cual lo hace doblemente fuerte, grande y vivo.
Y tu hijo leerá un buen libro bajo ese árbol, y comerá de sus frutos, y dormirá bajo su sombra y se subirá a su copa. Y lo verás hacer todas estas cosas feliz y contento, y llorarás agradecimiento y felicidad.
Y si es necesario, yo mismo haré el puente, e iré a visitarte, a visitarlos, a los tres.
Y claro, a sentarme a comer una granada al pie del árbol.

lunes, 26 de enero de 2015

From out of my bone by Helen Joy Davidman



"...for the first time my pride was forced to admit that I was not, after all, 'the master of my fate'. . . All my defenses – all the walls of arrogance and cocksureness and self-love behind which I had hid from God – went down momentarily – and God came in"

domingo, 4 de enero de 2015

Leonard Cohen- NEVERMIND ,Popular problems(Lyrics)



"Nevermind"

The war was lost
The treaty signed
I was not caught
I crossed the line

I was not caught
Though many tried
I live among you
Well disguised

I had to leave
My life behind
I dug some graves
You’ll never find

The story’s told
With facts and lies
I had a name
But never mind

Never mind
Never mind
The war was lost
The treaty signed

There’s truth that lives
And truth that dies
I don’t know which
So never mind

Your victory
Was so complete
That some among you
Thought to keep

A record of
Our little lives
The clothes we wore
Our spoons our knives

The games of luck
Our soldiers played
The stones we cut
The songs we made

Our law of peace
Which understands
A husband leads
A wife commands

And all of this
Expressions of
The Sweet Indifference
Some call Love

The High Indifference
Some call Fate
But we had Names
More intimate

Names so deep and
Names so true
They’re blood to me
They’re dust to you

There is no need
That this survive
There’s truth that lives
And truth that dies

Never mind
Never mind
I live the life
I left behind

There’s truth that lives...

I could not kill
The way you kill
I could not hate
I tried I failed

You turned me in
At least you tried
You side with them
Whom you despise

This was your heart
This swarm of flies
This was once your mouth
This bowl of lies

You serve them well
I’m not surprised
You’re of their kin
You’re of their kind

Never mind
Never mind

I had to leave 

my life behind

The story’s told
With facts and lies
You own the world
So never mind

Never mind
Never mind
I live the life
I left behind

I live it full
I live it wide
Through layers of time
You can’t divide

My woman’s here
My children too
Their graves are safe
From ghosts like you

In places deep
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind



The war was lost
The treaty signed
I was not caught
I crossed the line

I was not caught
Though many tried
I live among you
Well disguised


martes, 9 de diciembre de 2014

Hadith Qudsi

Allah's mercy:
Hadith Qudsi:
The Prophet (Sallallaahu alayhi wa sallam) mentioned that Allah said:-Myself, Mankind and Jinn are in a great serious state. I create them, then they worship other gods that they make for themselves; I bless them with my bounties, then they thank someone else for what I sent them; My Mercy descends to them while their evil deeds ascend to Me; I endear them with my gifts even though I have no need to for any of them, while they alienate themselves from Me with their sins even though they are desperate for my help. Whoever returns to Me, I accept him no matter how far he is; and whoever turns away from Me, I approach him and call on him. Whoever leaves a sin for my sake, I reward him with many gifts and whoever seeks to please Me, I seek to please him. Whoever acknowledges My Will and Power in whatever he does, I make the iron bend for his sake. My dear people are those who are with Me. Whoever thanks Me, I grant him more blessings; whoever obeys Me, I raise him and endear him more. Whoever disobeys Me, I keep the doors of My Mercy open for him; if he returns to Me, I bestow him with My Love, since I love those who repent and purify themselves for My Sake. If he does not repent, I still treat him by putting him in hardship to purify him. Whoever favors Me over others, I favor them over others. I reward every single good deed ten times over or seven hundred times over to countless times over. I count every single bad deed as one unless the person repents and asks for My Forgiveness in which case I forgive even that one. I take into account any little good deed and I forgive even major sins. My Mercy supersedes My Anger; My Tolerance supersedes My Blame; My Forgiveness supersedes My Punishment, as I am more merciful with My slaves than a mother with her child.
Source:- From Madarij Al-Salikeen by Ibnul-Qayyim Al-jawziyyah

domingo, 30 de noviembre de 2014

Chinese Poem

I stumbled into this book you gave to me
can't recall if it was for my birthday.
I've kept it somewhere in my shelf since then
as if there’s going to be a more perfect moment
to go and read it.

I've had this acknowledgement several times
when I do, I go and read again that poem you marked for me
(I haven’t even been able to read another one)

The poem just depicts a mountain
its strength and beauty.

So many words that showed stillness
the weight of earth and the beauty of green
Myself stood there
just watching the dance of the clouds
pass by.