Pregnant with your light, I hold the pen with my fingers. The old mind attempts to give birth, but silence wins this battle.
And just like that, without reason or purpose the pen touches the empty paper, and together give sense and direction to the whirlwind of silence that your breath impregnated in my being.
It started precisely like this, as the small particle of ink that doesn’t amount even to a drop, that has no sense or reason but that without possible barrier initiates by subtle and delicate movement of wrist and fingers the letters and words of torrential light that give expression to that which inundates me in plenitude.
Like this, at last, comes a clamor for you. Like this materializes in the expressionless void a river of ink and word that perhaps one day might reach the vast sea. Or perhaps it will never reach, and will simply evaporate drop by drop, becoming imperceptible vapor, one with the sky, without direction or ambition until some day comes to be storm, dew, or rainbow in the sky blue.
–Koyote (translated from Spanish) 06-13-2015
Más allá del último suspiro me espera el toque frío de tus dedos; un punto tan solo al centro de lo más yo en lo que tocas.
Es un punto que se pierde en el enorme océano del ser y el vacío único, en su nada y su todo; ese vasto mar que ni es ni no es, ni será ni nunca no será, ni fue ni dejó de ser.
I find you in the silence of the ‘I’ that is never there, and I know myself in the certainty of your undeniable presence.
I hear you in the encounter. I encounter you in the silence, when the ‘I’ no longer speaks and no longer acts.
There, in the midst of action and word without the separated self; there, in the union of the one who acts and the one who observes; there we are silence, act, and naught.
What is this terrible anxiety that makes people angry when others think differently? Where does this insecurity come from that makes people bully, belittle, and attack all differing thought? Why feel threatened or insulted if others don’t see things your way?
Use thought as a tool, no more and no less. Use it to test reality, to question, to analyze, and to play poetic games.
Do not trust thought to reflect truth. Do not hang on to a belief as if it were your true self.
To expect others to think like me is like wanting everyone else to dress like me. I am not my thoughts, they are but mere tools for the mind.