Bookends
"can you imagine us years from today sharing a park bench quietly?"
For old friends
β sitting on the park bench
in my heart
β
There is no end without a beginning,
nor beginnings that start before an end
as life and death is a circle spinning.
β
Find a saint who's a stranger to sinning;
a present whose past did not first amend.
There is no end without a beginning.
β
The hungry caterpillar's soft grinning
knows a butterfly is around the bend
as death and life is a chrysalis limning.
β
Times of innocence now gray and thinning.
(all things go, though we may try to pretend)
There is no value without an ending.
β
Cherish youth & laughter β wide eyes brimming
with tears over the loss of a dear friend β
as here and now is a fixed clock ticking.
β
Do not fear the earth's loving light dimming
for from this plane we are born to transcend;
There is no end without a beginning
as life and death is a circle spinning.
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xΕchitl in cuΔ«catl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli4 days ago in Poets
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