Seeing Green

Unraveling

Sol del Valle

I was touched

I was touched by the breath of dawn
rising from beyond the sea

I was touched by the breath of a passing butterfly
stirring my eyelashes as I dreamed
of your hand

I was touched by the barest dew
on my shoulder's new leaves

I was touched by tenderest snow
evaporating before it reached my skin

I was touched by a caterpillar
moving slowly towards flight

I was touched by beauty by sky by purple
whirling in your fingertips

I was touched by tree by knowing
by café by park by street
by end and beginning
by light by source...

by the places the lie fallow under my skin
and by the places that bloom

by the impermeable and the impermanent
stones and ashes of our fate

by the wonder and wondering
how we might possibly ever touch

I was touched

--Lorena Wolfman © 2011
Begun in Lima, Perú

Iztaccíhuatl

In Aztec mythology, Iztaccíhuatl was a princess who fell in love with Popocatépetl, one of her father's warriors. The emperor sent Popocatépetl to war in Oaxaca, promising him Iztaccíhuatl as his wife when he would return (which Iztaccíhuatl's father presumed he would not). Iztaccíhuatl was falsely told Popocatépetl had died in battle, and believing the news, she died of grief. When Popocatépetl returned to find his love dead, he took her body to a spot outside Tenochtitlan and kneeled by her grave. The gods covered them with snow and changed them into mountains. Iztaccíhuatl's mountain is called "White Woman" (from the nahuatl iztac "white" and cihuatl "woman") because it resembles a woman sleeping on her back, and is often covered with snow. (The peak is sometimes nicknamed La Mujer Dormida ("The Sleeping Woman").) He became the volcano Popocatépetl, raining fire on Earth in blind rage at the loss of his beloved. (Source: Wikipedia)

in the river

where we are heading
we won't need words
only the intuition
that comes between each syllable

the river bottom is everchanging now

we have passed by all the rocks
and the sand reflects the shape of water

before the sunlight there was the sea
with no name

--Lorena Wolfman ©2011

Todo...

Todo empezó en la nada, en la oscuridad, sin estrellas, ni viento. Cuando de pronto, de esta nada surgió un vínculo, un vínculo a otro, al otro extremo del cielo, o al otro extremo de la tierra, o al otro extremo del mar, o al otro extremo de un hilo tenue. Este vínculo apareció de la nada, hecho de luz, tembloroso, y poco a poco, la noche de la nada empezó a llenarse de estrellas, estrellas del sur y del norte, estrellas por las cuales el otro y yo nos pudiésemos orientar en medio de la incertidumbre. Estas estrellas titilaban su mensaje desde lo alto, llegando como una lluvia de bendiciones. Este vínculo de luz que llegó de la nada, nos dio un nombre, un lugar, un camino sobre el planeta. De allí empezó todo, el baile, el pan de cada día-- de allí tú me miraste a mí y yo a ti a través del espejo, a través del aro de la vida.

--Lorena Wolfman © 2011