In the realm of now, where moments reside,
The present unfolds, a treasure to guide.
A symphony of whispers, life's vibrant dance,
Embracing each breath, a captivating trance.
Here, in this moment, where time intertwines,
The world awakens, and its essence aligns.
Colors cascade, in the kaleidoscopic array,
Each heartbeat, a rhythm, guides our way.
In the present's embrace, wonders unfold,
Connections we nurture, stories yet untold.
With open hearts, compassion is our guide,
Embracing the world, side by side.
In each fleeting second, a chance to grow,
To learn, to love, to let our spirits flow.
For the present, dear friend is all we possess,
A gift to cherish, an eternal caress.
Unveiling the present, let us rejoice,
In its endless blessings, let us find our voice.
For here, in this moment, life's beauty we see,
A tapestry woven, meant for you and me.
About the Creator
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Look Forward to my Work in the Future.
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 xōchitl in cuīcatl, 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 Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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