Poesía

Wisp

 

Rain

       stars

              many flames

Night

        over river

                       flames

Of love

           diving

 

 

 

Catch it

             on the edge

                               of a star

Flash

         between the pain -

Who bites

                the mosquito?

 

 

 

The Divine Cosmos

Opens Itself up tonight

For the return of part of It

In what men call Death

 

The body rots, the spirit disperses,

All re-enters the Earth and Universe,

All is well and normal

In the Eternal Recurrence

 

Of the moth and the fly on the hand

Of the kiss and the blowing flower

Of the wind over the sad river

Of the Mind that thinks Itself