please open music link while you read the poem “No Volveré “Gyspy Kings
Renacimiento ~ Rebirth
(dedicated to Isabel Hermano, the artist)
To be reborn from sticky clay, thick silt and stagnant fading hopes,
Like an organism beginning its’ first wiggle out of algae into complex Life.
Deep inside a mud hole, brilliant hues get pushed up to the waiting surface,
Bear down on drab sludge! Watch the crowning head of dreams be born!
Is this not how it all began, all life upon The Dreamer’s first born shore?
Only one can take a stagnant pond and give it breeze of sweet perfume,
An elixir of renewing, a remolding of the damaged fecund core,
And warmed by light, compassion’s mirror, it is refreshed into first breath.
There is no birth without a lingering pain before this crowning,
But from what seems like doomed decay, the first Spring shoots extend,
Regenerating, opening, our spirit born, even when we think it buried,
Through our own labors taught by pain, the Artist’s sculpting tools of grace.
Moonlight… Sunlight… Starlight… all now shine upon your glowing head.
The first new intake fills your lungs and clears the way as out you come.
After -tremors pulsate, you leave behind your own self-birthing womb,
Oh mystery that re-gifts our starting over, colors us into the land of living!
March 11, 2011
Virtual Art Gallery, Linc Island SL
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*please see my comment on the artist