Underneath Haiti

There is no verb that can help explain the magnitude of the tragedy in Haiti...  It all seems so irrational, that it's difficult to describe it without struggling to make sense.  I pray for Haiti, may it raise like the Phoenix and be free of suffering.

The blood, the despair, the loss | Brother, sister, father, mother | Limbs in pieces |  The home, the school, the church, the playground  | A mass grave | The tents, the stench, the dirt, the street hospital | If any, a plate of food, a gallon of water, a pair of crutches | The heat, the flies, a wrinkled beggar | Another mattress on the pavement, a pregnant widow | A funeral, a new-born child | The song, the touch, the love, the tear, the faith, the fear, the prayer | A puzzle of dreams, pain, courage and hope | Underneath Haiti, from within the ashes | a ray of light, a rising sun |

In stillness, now, forever, I give you all of me (or Prelude to the saddest farewell )

The liquid glow
of blue voices
inside your eyes
speaks to me

in stillness,

a drop of rain falls
on my cheek
and I know
you're leaving me

now, forever

just before the sun
is back to bright
just before heaven
opens its doors

I give you all of me

Maan | Moon | Luna

psst psst mijn naam is maan

en ik ben er ieder nacht

naast je, als je zacht slaapt

psst psst my name is moon

and I am there every night

next to you, as you softly sleep

psst psst mi nombre es luna

y estoy ahí cada noche

junto a ti, mientras duermes

suavemente

Para Jo, porque tu espíritu es una lección de renovación y por eso y otras tantas cosas, te quiero.

(Image from www.desktoprating.com)

Hay que aprender a soltar

en plena consciencia 

 aunque el abismo

nos engulla sin reparos

repentinamente

hasta que el viento

nos cobije 

y en su silente arrullo

nos convierta

en tierna pluma alada

enseñándonos a volar

suave y ligero

sin temor a caer

una vez más

sobre ancianos

y agudos arrecifes

de desencanto.

A minute of silence for Haiti