LVI.
O número do Bobo é zero,
y dá os termos de su reinado.
"Arcanum" est nomen eius.
Que nos ashude Deus!
Zero is the number of the Fool,
and it gives the terms of his rule.
"Arcanum" is his name.
May God help us!
29 de agosto 2016
Monday, March 27, 2017
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Gardening
The sun warms
the back of my body,
as I trim back
tea-rose runners
that have leapt
over the wall.
Working my way
around the backyard,
I do the same
to morning glories
and the pink flowers
that also grow
over the wall,
increasing our privacy.
As I make my way
around the garden,
the sun warms
my other sides,
missing nothing.
I lop a few dead branches
from the palmettos
near the hammock.
Then I go around again,
loading the trimmings
into a wheelbarrow,
as I gratefully accept
the sun's blessing.
Taking the wheelbarrow
through the garage
and into the street,
I almost forget
to put on clothes.
the back of my body,
as I trim back
tea-rose runners
that have leapt
over the wall.
Working my way
around the backyard,
I do the same
to morning glories
and the pink flowers
that also grow
over the wall,
increasing our privacy.
As I make my way
around the garden,
the sun warms
my other sides,
missing nothing.
I lop a few dead branches
from the palmettos
near the hammock.
Then I go around again,
loading the trimmings
into a wheelbarrow,
as I gratefully accept
the sun's blessing.
Taking the wheelbarrow
through the garage
and into the street,
I almost forget
to put on clothes.
Soy un poeta naturista. Eso parece ser el nicho que me estoy tallando, y no estoy solo en ese espacio. Aquellos que tienen suficiente interés en mi poesía como para leer más que el posteo más reciente probablemente verán más que vería un mirón. Esto es como debería ser, y también se hace necesario por la censura infantil de la desnudez natural y no-sexual de parte de Facebook.
I am a naturist poet. That seems to be the niche that I am carving out for myself, and I am not alone in that space. Those who are interested enough in my poetry to peruse more than just the most recent post are apt to see more than would a gawker. This is as it should be, and is also made necessary by Facebook's childish censorship of natural, non-sexual nudity.
Saturday, March 25, 2017
La ropa del alma
El cuerpo es
la ropa
del alma.
El mío es fuera de
moda,
sin tatuajes,
ni "piercings",
ni aretes,
y bastante viejo.
Se hace desgastado
por los márjenes,
pero todavía
se puede
reparar
y remendar.
Me siento
cómodo
en ello.
la ropa
del alma.
El mío es fuera de
moda,
sin tatuajes,
ni "piercings",
ni aretes,
y bastante viejo.
Se hace desgastado
por los márjenes,
pero todavía
se puede
reparar
y remendar.
Me siento
cómodo
en ello.
The Clothing of the Soul
The body is
the clothing
of the soul.
Mine is out of
style,
no tattoos,
piercings,
or earrings,
and quite
old.
It is getting
frayed
around the
edges,
but can still
be repaired
and patched.
I am
comfortable
in it.
the clothing
of the soul.
Mine is out of
style,
no tattoos,
piercings,
or earrings,
and quite
old.
It is getting
frayed
around the
edges,
but can still
be repaired
and patched.
I am
comfortable
in it.
Mahatma
The soul experiences
through the body.
In this great adventure
all body types and
skin colors are
valid, as are
disabilities
and infirmities.
Failure to experience
is malnourishment,
repression of the senses
is starvation
of the soul.
Death of the body
is only another
experience,
as is the birth
that follows--
forever.
25 March 2017
through the body.
In this great adventure
all body types and
skin colors are
valid, as are
disabilities
and infirmities.
Failure to experience
is malnourishment,
repression of the senses
is starvation
of the soul.
Death of the body
is only another
experience,
as is the birth
that follows--
forever.
25 March 2017
