NOEMAYA

My child! Remember me and make merry. All is yours to play with, but nothing is yours to keep. Don’t decorate this house too much, for some day you’ll leave. All the stuff that you’re hanging from your walls! Turn around and see that there’s a window on the opposite wall, opening to the real view of life, and you’ve been content to just a poster! Look at the real ocean. Enjoy your stay but don’t settle down; you’ll migrate from this house to another. 

Find beauty and fall in love. Only beauty will save you and nothing else. You wonder about the Fall of Man! He fell out of love, out of the state of union. You must fall in love to be restored to your primordial state. 

Slide through our field, 

Sip from our wine,

Stay a night or two, my love

Take a break from the work of time, sneak into our blessed banquet

Spin with us in this supreme dance,

Where the hourglass knows neither up nor down,

and time gathers itself into the heart

Come! Pass through The Open! 

The feather of this land! Our messenger! You shall see, when the time comes

When your meaning falls through and you recognize your form,

You shall then recollect everything, even the bent of a stranger’s elbow from your childhood, 

And then you shall know the meaning of all the mirrors that passed,

Of all those who left, and of all your cries,

That you were being protected and saved for the royal queen,

That the throne has been waiting for you at the end of a long curvy path 

All those dreams, those visions, that infinite throne,

When you were called for the holy coronation,

You are that supreme emanation of the center,

And yet you think you are the periphery?

Oh you speak to me,

You have always spoken, whispering under my ears,

Songs of love,

And then to the degree that I am far from you,

I am restless and seeking,

You have given me this infinite house,

With a thousand rooms and dance halls, all mine

You gave me a mansion, and I chose the attic

You gave me a rose garden, and I chose a drawing of a rose instead 

I crept into the attic, thinking the mansion is too much for me,

And that is the nature of my malady, thinking

That’s the attitude of the attic people,

Those holding tight to their little rafts,

lest they drown in the ocean of life

Oh, I am so beautiful, so vast

My unboundedness hosts the greatest of meanings,

And my innocence bears them and breaks under them,

And I have fallen for the mirror so many a time

Ran into them only to return broken,

Oh my love, we have come to collect our debt 

In a land where everyone holds a piece of us,

A lost memory,

To encounter is to recollect 

Oh, little truthful one! When I saw you, I made more sense,

And what you mean, the meaning of your being,

That’s not among my possessions

For I don’t hold your visions, I can only reawaken them in your own heart

And when you are in my reach, I shall snatch you and make you mine, starting from Gratitude

Find your plane, and find your depth,

Depth is not an attribute of form

There is only one life and many mirrors,

And it’s so that the one appears as the many

Hey you, who is caught up in the mirror, lost in the dust

Oh, what calm sea, and a sunset in the cradle of this horizon! 

The swing of time paints our faces in the turbulent sea, 

and we evaporate in her slipstream

She speaks, she sings, and as if her words weren’t beautiful enough, and beautifully chosen too, she sets a trap for my heart in her pauses too, and I slide deeper into her in those pauses, like the openings between the branches of a birch tree through which the blue of the sky flashes its beauty! I become a happy child swinging in between the branches of her words and through the silence in between them. I pass through her soul, between form and essence. I shower in her bliss and sneak out to steal a kiss, and I shall swing this way till the end of time.