after taking vows of poverty

All miracles are too small
when God holds me tightly
i become so vast, and see through
so many eyes, in the uncentered will
of created things, billions of worlds
tremble in my heart beat

all things are too small
to hold me then, not this body
not this personality, not this fate
or these lifetimes of dream
we’ve living miracles in
an uncertain world, just to survive

when i touch the infinite
it undoes me, and I become
a bit a part of everything else
that’s when I know, I am nothing
everything else is too narrow
not language, not experience, nothing

can replace the reach of uncreated things
whose intelligence is everywhere
whose search is always over
because it is found, by itself
in every act, in every breath, every prayer
of any creature, in any corner

of the universe, you know this well
you are also there, you also feel
all things, behind your senses.

The Sanctuary

it could be said Nature’s feet
are so vast, they stretch
from star to star like pillows of light

in a web of black-hole portals
star-gates as swift as one body
touching itself, a supernova
is her pinching herself

the cosmos as one body
love stretching as far as all life
that this entire earth is but

her field somewhere on her toe
and her view is as vast
as a river of stars, a forest of dark matter
her quantum sanctuary is secret

hidden behind time itself, made holy
by creatures praying and seeking
a cathedral where all souls go

when they kneel to touch her presence?
it could be said nature is open
mutable to turn into whatever form of God
the people require, in their evolution

one day an alien, another day a supercomputer
or myths and prophecies for our ancestors
or a convenient map of history, for scientists.

God is a She

I first saw God at the age of four
she was everywhere, in everything
like a scar of beauty in the depths
hanging on each leaf, like a bud

the cheeks of the sun were pale before Her
and the earth acted shy for her Will
consumed in her grace, I was in awe
of how divine light entered my heart

from where she was, i understood
what adults did not, through indeed
I was in a was destined to forget
just how many times faith can flicker

and just how easily God consumes us
in her grace, from some beloved finite
moment of tenderness, expanding
to all moments, until all is a meditation

with her bliss, that is when
time ends in vulnerability, and I laughed
“I won’t take no for an answer, sweet God”
I’ve been looking for you, for your lifetimes

vulnerable like an infant, tired like an old man
I’ve been holding hands for the moment
like when they kiss sometimes when nobody is watching
the sun and the moon, god and nature

why are they so shy in front of us?
heaven’t we all seen somebody making love?
I’ve seen what I want in heaven’s shop
bought a lifetime of prayer just to feel her gold
I wanted to be a hermit and hear only her hymns.

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THE DAWN SINGERS

After all these collisions
with the abrupt license to write
these dreamy plagiarisms
as if words belonged to a mouth
the month of poetry became

a lifetime of habit, a sport
of inarticulate genius
of hope strewn in museums
blue transparent halls of journals
I still mutter quietly

spells for sweet memories
grasping at disappearing truths
i contemplate language, the soul
of symbols, the spirit behind a tongue
the last word i said

The word is Yes, yes to
white fragile voices
that linger for a while
these lyrics that spin
until loving is not enough

it must be written down
as if for eternity
the profound nature of saying
I will live forever trapped
on a page for you or nobody to read

smuggling lanterns as ancient as the seas
across the myths I once believed
were real, the news of my country
the land of my being
and the solace of my art

i’m proud to be trapped here
soon i will no longer have a voice.

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