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A prayer for the Soul

So needed in times where you feel lost, dying slowly and seen as something different that what you really are. Humans change, sometimes evolve into something that they thought never possible. Tears follow and questions form themselves out of thin air. Then the words come, out of the blue…

 

Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart
and try to love the questions themselves …
Don’t search for the answers,
which could not be given to you now,
because you would not be able to live them.
And the point is, to live everything.
Live the questions now.
Perhaps then, someday far in the future,
you will gradually, without even noticing it,
live your way into the answer.

Taken from World Prayer

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…of myself / …de mi misma

Versión en Español, abajo.

Apollo awakes, wraps my being
with his strong warm embrace and
there beside me is your silhouette.
You are a vision of obscure magnificence.
What I would never be, but am in you.
A changeling of my soul slim and tall,
short, hardly there in a deem site.
Never unexpected your thrive by my side,
at my back, in front. A silent companion
caressing what’s at my feet, I comfy in you
the darkness in me. Wear it on your onyx
skin as your symbol, my reminder of what
I might be of my future self.



…de mí

Apolo despierta, envuelve mi ser
Con su fuerte cálido abrazo y allí
a mi lado está tu silueta. Eres una obscura
visión magnifica. Lo que pude ser, pero
que soy en ti. Un cambiante de mi alma;
delgada, alta, pequeña, casi invisible en
un lugar tenue. Nunca inesperada, prosperas
a mi lado, a mis espalda, en mi frente. Compañera
silenciosa que acaricias lo que a mis pies está,
en ti confío la oscuridad en mí. Utilízala en tu piel de
Ónix, mi recuerdo de lo que puedo ser en un futuro.



Black Shadow, a poem

ofensa1No body, no face, nor tears;

only a distant moaning in the desert.

Muted words lost in the sandy winds.

Prison robe, eternal damnation.

Hands scratch it, no marks.

Through minuscule holes, curious

black eyes gaze upon the male scenery.

Living dead cloaked in shadow.

Thinks, believes, hopes,

                                            and dreams of a distant horizon

                                           that will deliver them to the light.