After a long rolling thunderstorm
Invisible in the night
I’m awoken by birdsong
In the early dawn.
Backing away from the crib,
My ankle cracking
Wakes the baby.
Cruzando el mar
Buscando el agua
Inquieta mi alma
Hasta que yo llegue…
Brutal is the sobering
From the intoxication
Of illusion.
Microcosmos of egos
Germinating inside the seedling
Size of the pinpoint of a needle
From which the universe of consciousness
Arises.
Cool crackling rainstorm
A wet towel
Hanging on the line.
Staring out the cold window
Underneath a shelf of clouds
Appears a clear sky;
He watches the storm
Pass him by.
saudade brothers 