THE TWENTY SEVENTH DAY To Mara, on the twenty seventh day of your birth Light and shadow: separating … And 27 days ago they were one! Your dark almond shaped eyes are now looking for contours. Born into this world with no gear of your own. You are so little you don’t even know your name. You want to win us over with that smile Of a newly-built heaven. What a smile that is! All the Alpine bees And all the forest fires of Mongolia All the 350 Church towers of Salvador And all the plankton of the Atlantic Have found recluse in the heaven Of your smile forged in a secret place Known only to a few levitating saints. You look around yourself in wonder, but I have to tell you That in your 10,000-year-old dark eyes I can still see the reflection of that calm lake Whose depth is immeasurable. For me that lake is like an unknown memory. Scientists call it the black hole of space. Some simply call it a sack of coal. While the religious call it the Spirit. Your eyes until recently Were like two Indian canoes Rowing light-heartedly through the endless universe.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Jun 2013 06:17:14 +0000