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I have been writing poetry and prose since I was little. It’s wonderful to have this section—thank you!
Here are some excerpts from poems I wrote some years ago. I selected the pieces that feel most connected to this practice.
Since I originally wrote them in Spanish, I used DeepL to translate them. Next time, I’ll share just one. I apologize for the length.
Gassho,
Noel
Sat-lah
Walking aimlessly, I discover who I am, just a leaf that moves with the wind, slips and falls, and disintegrates to become part of the earth that is born again.
I am just a small being that moves and feels and screams, or am I something else? Maybe I am also the leaf and the sky and the water and the laughing children and the ants and the grass and the dog, and I am you, I am also you.
Walking aimlessly, I realize that there are no fears, no worries, no future, no past, no distance, no sorrow, no death.
That there are no problems, no beginnings, no endings. There is only today, only this moment in which I look at you and I see myself, and time does not exist, because we are eternal, and tomorrow we will be a leaf that disintegrates on the ground to be born birds and fly.
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And the universe fit in a nutshell...
The whole universe, reflected in that smallness. Then I realized that in you I could also find the universe, that you contained everything.
That you walked with the universe in you without realizing it. When you smiled, when you went to work, when you woke up in the morning, when you talked to me, and when you were silent.
And I realized, you were so complex and profound, and so wonderfully amazing precisely because of that. Sadly, I thought that I might never be able to take you all in, to think you over, and capture you all in one thought. I never could.
I could, yes, surround you, be a wreck on your surfaces. But to see you all at once, whole, with these small worldly eyes, that I could never do. Not just look at you, see you! meet you!
If the universe fits in a nutshell, then? If you are also the universe, then.... Maybe I will never find you but only when I melt in the darkness of your eyes, in that abyss that seems to have no end. Maybe only at that moment your universe will meet mine, and there will be something almost like a cosmic explosion.
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You are with me at nightfall, you watch with me as the first star shines. You are with me when I wake up and when I wake up, you wake up with me too. If I stir the morning coffee, there you go, sailing in the coffee. I hold you in the spoon so you don't sink in. But suddenly I get inspired and I lose you because I let my fingers type the letters. And now you're in every period and every comma; other times you're just space between letters. Even if I don't talk about you, even if I write that the day is beautiful or that it's raining cats and dogs outside, it's you who are in the sun and the rain, it's you who are in the clouds that dissipate in the wind. It is you who flies in that bird that landed on my balcony a while ago. It looked at me with those eyes of having seen everything. But it was you there, and you flew away. And now you are in the falling afternoon and in the rainwater left wetting the garden tiles. You're there, and I'm sure I see your reflection in that puddle. Now, a drop falls right in the middle of your face. Don't laugh. I'm watching your face transform into perfect waves of black puddle. A black so beautiful that it makes your eyes shine like stars. Don't look at me like that, or I won't be responsible if I fall in love with a dirty puddle abandoned by the rain. You laugh, I know you laugh, because the waves expand and your eyes become cloudy. It's just that love has these silly things. Suddenly, you're looking at a puddle (not to mention a tile) and you get caught up in contemplating the world in something you thought was so superfluous. And then I, who am such a fool, could end up falling in love with you, puddle, and with that tile you carry inside you. And with the rain that made you, and with the cloud mixed with the air, and with the coffee smoke that surrounds you and helps you wake up with me every morning.
Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
I have been writing poetry and prose since I was little. It’s wonderful to have this section—thank you!
Here are some excerpts from poems I wrote some years ago. I selected the pieces that feel most connected to this practice.
Since I originally wrote them in Spanish, I used DeepL to translate them. Next time, I’ll share just one. I apologize for the length.
Gassho,
Noel
Sat-lah
Walking aimlessly, I discover who I am, just a leaf that moves with the wind, slips and falls, and disintegrates to become part of the earth that is born again.
I am just a small being that moves and feels and screams, or am I something else? Maybe I am also the leaf and the sky and the water and the laughing children and the ants and the grass and the dog, and I am you, I am also you.
Walking aimlessly, I realize that there are no fears, no worries, no future, no past, no distance, no sorrow, no death.
That there are no problems, no beginnings, no endings. There is only today, only this moment in which I look at you and I see myself, and time does not exist, because we are eternal, and tomorrow we will be a leaf that disintegrates on the ground to be born birds and fly.
.................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ...............................
And the universe fit in a nutshell...
The whole universe, reflected in that smallness. Then I realized that in you I could also find the universe, that you contained everything.
That you walked with the universe in you without realizing it. When you smiled, when you went to work, when you woke up in the morning, when you talked to me, and when you were silent.
And I realized, you were so complex and profound, and so wonderfully amazing precisely because of that. Sadly, I thought that I might never be able to take you all in, to think you over, and capture you all in one thought. I never could.
I could, yes, surround you, be a wreck on your surfaces. But to see you all at once, whole, with these small worldly eyes, that I could never do. Not just look at you, see you! meet you!
If the universe fits in a nutshell, then? If you are also the universe, then.... Maybe I will never find you but only when I melt in the darkness of your eyes, in that abyss that seems to have no end. Maybe only at that moment your universe will meet mine, and there will be something almost like a cosmic explosion.
.................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ..............................................
You are with me at nightfall, you watch with me as the first star shines. You are with me when I wake up and when I wake up, you wake up with me too. If I stir the morning coffee, there you go, sailing in the coffee. I hold you in the spoon so you don't sink in. But suddenly I get inspired and I lose you because I let my fingers type the letters. And now you're in every period and every comma; other times you're just space between letters. Even if I don't talk about you, even if I write that the day is beautiful or that it's raining cats and dogs outside, it's you who are in the sun and the rain, it's you who are in the clouds that dissipate in the wind. It is you who flies in that bird that landed on my balcony a while ago. It looked at me with those eyes of having seen everything. But it was you there, and you flew away. And now you are in the falling afternoon and in the rainwater left wetting the garden tiles. You're there, and I'm sure I see your reflection in that puddle. Now, a drop falls right in the middle of your face. Don't laugh. I'm watching your face transform into perfect waves of black puddle. A black so beautiful that it makes your eyes shine like stars. Don't look at me like that, or I won't be responsible if I fall in love with a dirty puddle abandoned by the rain. You laugh, I know you laugh, because the waves expand and your eyes become cloudy. It's just that love has these silly things. Suddenly, you're looking at a puddle (not to mention a tile) and you get caught up in contemplating the world in something you thought was so superfluous. And then I, who am such a fool, could end up falling in love with you, puddle, and with that tile you carry inside you. And with the rain that made you, and with the cloud mixed with the air, and with the coffee smoke that surrounds you and helps you wake up with me every morning.
Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
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