This garden.

While I settled all my cells here for a while

between the roots and fruits of this garden

it intertwined with my vains

its branches in my lungs

I am a passenger

yet this is my home

for it is all I know now

all I am, a whisper of god

touching this rocky soil

with simple moves of fertility

the breath of creation

As we inspire eachother

the young seedlings and me

shiver and move

along with the seabreeze

they are my witness and I am theirs

our solitudes collide

as we flutter

between the cactus and the guava tree

I have forgotten everything

only the candle that brings 

light to this paper

and the waves of an ocean

far and near at the same time

linger on

Solitude is my warm companion

but all my loved ones I have visited

from this little bamboo hut

the warm loving belly

where I rest my body 

and enter the twilight

where distance dissolves

and the journey evolves

The only window

is the wide open door

it cannot be closed

for there there is no need to

This garden feeds me

mangoes and tranquility

The running time is a far memory

space a different story

On an island away from home

many things become distant

yet the most important ones

are distilled into an inexplicable closeness

fire is blown into the Loving heart

spirit injected into connections

I seek to find, but cannot grasp

which seeds this garden plants in my wandering soul

The universe tells me, be here

Stay open, receive and bear

like the warm soil does

let it happen

don't ask why

greet every morning

the golden sky

When the fresh vegetables 

will have ripened

and feed the warriors 

that will be around

I will harvest the fruits of this encounter

wherever I shall be drifting

they will grow within

without a sound