Water & wind

the tender truth
I glimpse in the mirror

do you perceive it on my skin?

this truth of silver water and wind
that reflects the transparent intimacy
of the fine mantle of mortality
of our bodies
of our steps
of our voices

the temporal tenderness
of this body
my body your body
the bodies in which we have come
dressed for this gala

a gala under the sky
under varied constellations
ready to dance the flight
of the maritime birds

we emulate the firm pulse
of the salty tides

we disguise ourselves as conch shells
to discover
the inner secret of circle
as it displaces the void

our tongues pronounce
free scribbles from the soul

and we keep practicing the steps of the infinite
with the most subtle motions of the spine

--perhaps tomorrow when the sun rises
we will be even more naked
before the very nakedness
of the seawater that gives us life
before the silken and sharp mortal reality
of our bodies
of my body that shelters you
of our steps
of my steps that accompany you
of our voices
of my voice that calls you
of our voices
intertwined

--perhaps we will be even more
trasparent like the wind over the sea
like the flower
that releases its most precious essence
before surrendering to the infinite

--perhaps we will be even more infinite
before the diaphanous truth
of the sunlight that gives us life
in this dwelling the earth
not ours
but that takes us in
and clothes us for a time
in these bodies
sensual and open to loving

© 2009 Lorena Lobita Wolfman

Night Dreaming

you are night dreaming
in silence with fireflies
going out in order to light up again
night pretending nothing hurts
searching for peace under the sheets
believing all secrets have been discovered
night walking hurriedly towards the crack of dawn
to get there before the song of the red thrush bursts forth
this night you remember a life in which you danced
on the gypsies' stage
you remember and you don't want to feel the longing
you remember and you fade away into dreams
where you capture stars and elusive fireflies
there you believe you have found a secret entrance to enlightenment
you watch visions with your eyes closed
sometimes you slip on the flagstones of the past
but light twinkling in your eyes little by little
makes sense of the senselessness of the smallest things
and you light up walking in the paths of the stars
spheres worlds galaxies concepts of universe and God
your twin shadow, night stranger, sleepwalker speaks to you:
"I have come to tell you I don't believe in anything,
I just dream the universe and its contents--
I have come to tell you to whisper in your ear
of darkness of dust and of death
to iluminate the meaning of life,
I have come to say
there is no need to believe in anything
sparks and ash come from the same source:
wood, tree of life
trunk root branches leaves and sap
and fire--
I have come to say you live more precisely
after challenging the precipice and though you may fall
this teaches you anew the gyre of life
to trust the fall
the universe is open
in it you are at home
the windows are open
and winds that enter caress you
their breath requires no explanations nor qualifications
they are and you are
in this life..."


por Lorena Lobita Wolfman © Agosto 2009