_When our personal stories intertwine with those of our peoples ...
When the bridge between the personal and the collective
has become a pathway to unravel who we really are ...
When the dreams, the memories and the language
of our ancestors scream through our body and soul
looking to have a space to be expressed ...
When life appears to have no more meaning unless
we reveal the secrets that have been passed down
from generation to generation and history has so patiently archived ...
When life becomes a part of the mystery, because only the mystery can hold the extremes of cruelty and torture, of maquiavelic minds planning to overpower another, of the endless differences amongst peoples from the same land, of the humiliating acts that arise from fear of meeting that which is diffferent, of fighting to call a beautiful flower something else... than just what it is... a flower ...
It is only the voice of art, ritual and community
that can create a healing space
to hold the depths of the scars of history ... only a story, a song or an image can soothe our soul ... and plant new seeds for those coming after us ...
Poem written in 2001 after the bombing of Afghanistan
_I wear the mask of invisibility,
I dissolve into the fire of creation,
I am here to share the cries and songs of the soul,that have been lost within the mystery of creation,
I am here to dance in ecstasy until my being explodes into a thousand pieces and disintegrates into your Call,
I am here to sing your song while I rest in the bones of my wounded body,
I dance and dissolve into the flames of the raging fire, until all my truths have evaporated in the body of creation,
I am here to feel the pains of a tortured body and the joys of an untouched soul,
A soul that has dared to stand in the midst of a burning pyre and remain in its highest truth in spite of it’s silenced voice.
I am here to see that you hold and embody the strength of your formless
soul within the illusion of matter.
I am here to see that you dance and sing until you disappear into the madness of the highest divine light , the voices of the eternal soul, as well as the darkest and most magnificent void.
I forget the pains of the body for I am no longer the body in it’s limited human form,
I am the form of it all dissolving into the grace of evolution.
May you swim with me in the depths of your eternal soul as you are contained by the matter of your present form,
May I dissolve with the memories of uncomprehended truths,
As well as with the joy of merging… yet once again into the wheel of life.
_ MI REENCUENTRO
CON EL SUR…
Mi tierra me sostiene,
Corazon y espiritu,
Madre America… en el sur me enraizas, me inspiras, me acojes…
Me recuerdas la dulzura de hablar en mi propia lengua.
En el norte me expandes, me liberas, me empoderas, me das alas que vuelan.
En el Corazon y el centro encuentro mi alma, mi espiritu, mi voz.
Me arrancas lo conocido para abrir el misterio de lo desconocido.
Suelto, mezclo, aprendo, escucho, comparto, cambio.
En mi raiz contengo tu risa, tu calor, tu voz.
En mis ramas tu viento, tu razon, tu cancion.
ENTRETEJIENDO TUS COLORES, TOCANDO Y CAMINANDO TUS TEXTURAS
SABORENADO TUS SABORES DISOLVIENDO EN TUS OLORES
Y TEJIENDO TUS AMORES
CONTINENTE ENSANGRENTADO, VIOLENTADO, RE-MEMBRADO, CAPTURADO, APASIONADO
Y LIBERADO ,
CONTINENTE PALPITANTE LATIDO PERPETUO …