In the depth of my garden
there is the fire of things,
sand and beauty.
I had never walked in the fields
between the magic of the drops
while that calm of the petals surrounded me,
the cold of his walk,
the naked woman in her universe,
all the little things that we are.
Fuente
I meet again in the stars,
they guide me like angels when they neglect me,
I dance in a Zen Garden
I breathe the sacred gratitude of the simple,
I make love with the storm,
I calm down between the freshness of your fruits,
It's me, the apprentice of beauty.
I speak with the flight of the birds,
I have wings to travel the universe of pleasure,
I am love made flesh
which is the same leaf that falls on your forehead.
I'm there,
the waterfall of the wine and the dance of the flutes of God,
the lion that observes the stone in meditation.
If the moon spoke to me,
I would invite her to look at us,
look at us infinitely
to understand all the little things
that we are in these fields.
FL
Great poem...
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