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Me di cuenta que no se trata de volver,

se trata de saber quedarse…

No supieron quedarse aquellos que debieron

yo, no supe nunca…

Alma de gitana tengo,

me decia.

Gira, gira!

Pero no es asi,

mi alma ambula

en busca constante de

un rincon

un refugio manso

donde albergarse.

Insuficiencias malvadas,

ausencias clandestinas,

abandonos implorables.

Nadie encuentra su posada?

Me di cuenta que no se trata de volver,

se trata de saber quedarse…

En un momento

yo tampoco supe volver

No supe

y ya, ni quise

volver!

As our circle of knowledge expands,

so does the circumference of darkness surrounding it.

– Albert Einstein -

Our society, particularly,  I observe in North American society, the lines between light and dark blur.  I could go into much detail of how I feel, but mostly I think it would be futile as the “dark behavior” we are increasingly surrounded with is automatically chucked-up to stress in the workplace and all else around us…

Contrary to popular belief,  in my observation, it is due to the increase and laxness of the koombaya movement ( subscribed to myself briefly!) now loosely referred to as New Age movement and, to advent of political correctness – whereby, we send light after dark (throw good after bad) whereby, with non-judgmental silence we allow the crap to mount and suffocate us in our own incapability to move away from it with a dosage of common sense… in addition,  empowering the inconsiderate, devious and inept by placing them at the same level of those whom proceed with dignity and respect while contributing to society. In other words, there are no consequences to unacceptable behavior. All is always “good”.

And thus “they” are winning in all scenarios. It has actually made the news (lol) and the office etiquette expert spoketh statistical nonsense prepared by the savvy for consumption of the weary.

We, can talk until we are blue in the face about how evolved we are becoming, how we embrace the light, while in  reality ae we are doing is “enlarging the circle, both ways”! I believe maily due to haven forgotten basic common sense.

If it feels bad, it IS bad.

One not need to be “polite” in the face of rudeness and ineptitude.

Speak up!!!

to myself,

Fortunate, how fortunate to have been born

to hold a friend’s hand

and be witness to the

miracle of each dawn.

How fortunate to have been born,

to have the option to chose,

to weigh defeat and hope

against glory and the fear to fail.

How fortunate to have been born,

to understand that honesty and perversity,

despite their contrast,

equality share this Universe.

How fortunate to have been born,

to keep quiet when someone wiser speaks,

to listen, is the key to learn

when one intends to understand.

How fortunate to have been born,

stating this without false pretenses,

a total victory in that of being or not being,

in asserting oneself.

How fortunate to have been born

to sing to the people and to the rose,

to the dog and to love and, any other things

to which feelings may attach.

How fortunate to have been born

to have access to fortune,

to be river instead of lake,

to be the rain instead of watching rain.

How fortunate to have been born,

to be consciously bitting into the apple,

without the ancestral fear of the cloth

nor, Lucifer’s final revenge.

Yes, how fortunate to have been born,

but, I know, I know well…

one day I also will die.

And I if I live now happy with my lot,

God knows what I’ll think while dying,

never been in that trance,

I don’t know what balance I’ll hold in that anguish.

But, I know, I know well

that on the final leg of the journey

I will hear ambiguous ringing of bells

bidding my farewell,

and another day, another voice like myself,

with another accent,

will be singing to the four winds…

Translated from Spanish by moi

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Que suerte he tenido de nacer

Qué suerte, qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

para estrechar la mano de un amigo,

y poder asistir como testigo

al milagro de cada amanecer.

Qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

para tener la opción de la balanza,

sopesar la derrota y la esperanza

con la gloria y el miedo de caer.

Qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

para entender que el honesto y el perverso

son dueños por igual del Universo

aunque tengan distinto parecer.

Qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

para callar cuando habla el que más sabe,

aprender a escuchar, ésa es la clave,

si se tiene intenciones de saber.

Qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

y lo digo sin falsos triunfalismos,

la victoria total, la de sí mismo,

se concreta en el ser y en el no ser.

Qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

para cantarle a la gente y a la rosa

y al perro y al amor y a cualquier cosa

que pueda el sentimiento recoger.

Qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

para tener acceso a la fortuna

de ser río en lugar de ser laguna,

de ser lluvia en lugar de ver llover.

Qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

para comer a conciencia la manzana,

sin el miedo ancestral a la sotana

o a la venganza final de Lucifer.

Si qué suerte he tenido de nacer,

pero sé, bien que sé…

que algún día también me moriré.

Y si ahora vivo contento con mi suerte,

sabe Dios qué pensaré, cuando mi muerte,

cuál será en la agonía mi balance, no lo sé,

nunca estuve en ese trance.

Pero sé, bien que sé…

que en el viaje final escucharé

el ambiguo tañir de las campanas

saludando mi adiós, y otra mañana

y otra voz,que como yo, con otro acento,

cantará a los cuatro vientos…