Flor de agosto
Poeta que considera el portal su segunda casa
The language of the universe
such a subtle vibration
Signals, images and sounds
in unison with my sensations
I understand the message
but can speak of it NOT
Somehow there is a silence
that screams to me from above
I can only comprehend
with multi sensory skills
A fusion of good and evil
churning as in a mill
Three dimensional thinking
only because of symbols
that beg me to capture them
so they can remain and linger
It’s up to each one of us
to see what in here resonates
Invisible forces at work
waiting for you to activate
The subtle vibrations of love
a language that should be enough
It’s a backstage conversation
undeciphered communication
such a subtle vibration
Signals, images and sounds
in unison with my sensations
I understand the message
but can speak of it NOT
Somehow there is a silence
that screams to me from above
I can only comprehend
with multi sensory skills
A fusion of good and evil
churning as in a mill
Three dimensional thinking
only because of symbols
that beg me to capture them
so they can remain and linger
It’s up to each one of us
to see what in here resonates
Invisible forces at work
waiting for you to activate
The subtle vibrations of love
a language that should be enough
It’s a backstage conversation
undeciphered communication
