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
