When I Look in the Mirror

When I look in the mirror,
what I see is not me.
It is only this layer,
this one iteration.
I am more,
much more.
The skin is too light,
sex not always right,
go back,
go back
to before.
Peer over
time's wall,
and see
us all.

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The Door

There is an old door,
both beaten and worn,
through which comes light.
If you grasp the handle
and pull it wide
you leave this night,
this dream,
and step into
the light
of the other
side.

Torch Flames

Gerald, Doreen, Stewart, Margot,
Judy, Gavin, Marion,and many more,
you are all stars
in my firmament.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water,
and Spirit
are you,
worshipers of the Goddess,
worshipers of Life,
now together again
in the Summerland
of our hope.
You are torch flames
in the wind
of a new era.

My God is Life

My God is Life,
real and unadorned,
older than the earth,
ancient, primeval.
No scriptures describe it,
since it antedates
and supersedes them.
I see it, though,
in you, in your eyes,
in the contours of
your body, the sacred
vehicle of this
moment,
and in mine.
I worship Life
in you.
Please worship it also
in me.

A minha lingua

A minha lingua é
todas as linguas
y é ninguna.
Ainda que falo
por todos,
a pessoa que
fala é
desconhecida,
o falador
é puro
misterio.

My language is
all languages
and it is none.
Although I speak
for all,
the person who
speaks is
unknown,
the speaker
is pure
mystery.

Mixtos I - Marastán

A terra dos mortos é muito fascinante.
Non mi sorprendeva vedere velha amante,
ma l'arrivata d'una famosa con guardias armados
robó l'atención de todos os convidados.

The land of the dead is very fascinating.
It didn't surprise me to see an old lover,
but the arrival of a famous woman with armed guards
stole the attention of all the guests.