Thursday, January 16, 2014

Xoxoctli ~ Little Green

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for RL
verde como nosotros
when we met in that
long ago yoliztli
cuando éramos
tiernos como el maíz
verde as our love we thought
would last siempre
but forever is a long time
y los verdecitos no saben
nada del tiempo ni como
se mueve mas rápido
the older people get
pero un yolotli no se olvida
el teteyollocuicatl de su amante
a heart that flowers
xoxoctli
in yuh (así como) tu y yo
cuando creíamos que éramos
todo lo necesario
to live a life in love
and together always
y lo vivimos así hasta que no
you went your path y yo el mio
but always you had temactli
ipan no (poder sobre mi) and
I was only safe
when I didn’t know
where tu corazón latía
couldn’t feel it calling me
from so far away
now I hear it
dondequiera que voy
lo oigo
y me persigue
me llama
tú, corazón
your heart
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All Rights Reserved.

Notes on the Nahuatl words ~
teteyollocuicatl: heart beat
yoliztli: life
yolotli: heart
xoxoctli: little green

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

December Senryū 2013

December Senryū  2013

there are no borders | for butterflies know freedom | ignore barriers
a better world | possible with faith and love | struggle for freedom
you who brought laughter | your leaving left tears | will always be remembered
creativity | bring beauty into the world | for the joy of all
a sense of purpose | caring for more than ourselves | for the greater good
support our own | vendors and businesses | cooperate to win
responsibility | for self and community | collective love
from the whispering basket | spirit-saints whispered | truths from the other side
listen to your heart | think with your own mind | for self-determination
in unity | we are stronger than enemies | we hold together
she believes in angels | that show themselves in many | forms of love
winter's day and sun | stands still waiting to reverse | in its celestial tracks
the place of lost voice | memories claw at her throat | tears form a knot there
ancient sea stars melt | into oceans on fire | we bury our heads
if we save the earth | we save ourselves and future | generations
I remember | my first love a smiling man | tender as a sapling
my love north wind | leans on me to show love | unruly and tussled
Butterfly Virgin | you patron saint of dreamers | who fly for freedom
US adores zombies | vampires their obsession too | those living dead
icy cold whispers | winter sweeps in through the house | on a sunny day
she dreams in all blues | frozen mid-sleep wishing | for early Spring
nights have grown endless | she only sleeps during days | napping at the edge
all mother's souls | melt into their children's  | growing into their own |
persons full and realized | pass love along in their blood
arctic cold fingers | grip the Bay in its grey fists | refuse to let go
a rock of a man | always loved more than hated | beacon for freedom
I give thanks for grief, which teaches me gratitude for life, and always for love...
the day born gray skies | sun elbowed its way out | smiling in triumph
grey fog stretches | arms around hills I live on | today sun sleeps in
petals fall to earth | they turn into fragrant clay | sweet-scented our cups
crows no longer caw | warnings about her at you | now that she's at peace
winter the inward | time of introspection | reflection on life’s pond

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