Tierra de Quinientos Años
Las Flores Amarillas, EM Gibello We are the gold in the ore The magnets in the lodestone The ice on the mountain We are the mists of the swamp The dust of the trail The leaves of the jungle We are the ghosts on the ship The gypsies on magic carpets The strangers on the train We are the fish in the streets The ants on the walls The pigs in the mud We are the breath of the innocent The song of bee eaters The agony of illicit love We are the rain of yellow flowers The shade of almond trees The flood waters of bananas We are the alchemists in the lab The revolutionaries in the square The lovers in the garden In this land of five hundred years...
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Grandfather Oak Cherokee Cemetery, Cherokee, California If one wishes to gain The wisdom of the Tree, One must listen to The Tree LiNdA
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Qi Baishi 1863-1957 Pease and Cricket Ink and color on paper Through the gentle chirping of the cricket Is his spirit revealed LiNdA
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Manco Inca Yupanqui by Felipe Guamán Poma de Ayala, circa 1615 from “El primer nueva corónica y buen gobierno” A fealty to the Crown of Spain In exchange for an honored name A tender agreement regretted From a sphere of escape To a siezing causatum Lo, the Inca weeps For he treated as brothers Those who rushed the dagger Rejoicing the absence of Fear Though Fear loomed quickly To an abrupt end of games And all fell upon the earth Hence we speak of three days The record of a favored son Yearning the bittersweet drops And this persistent memory Carried upon your feet To tread over yon threshold In the silence of dreaming vision The retelling of a relic emblem You have etched across my breast Above the canopied incline The ancient stone preserves The last utterance of life The mourning words assemble To emblaze upon the mineral Such is the allegory of an image LiNdA...
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Andean condor Blood of the mountain Coursing in freshet streams The panoramic vision merging Seekers of The Path Lethal wounds dressed in cruor Arise to burnished dawn The Way is set to shrouded feet An inverted passage Through crimson lashes A garnet torrent Beneath darkening blankets The reflection deeply drawn The distance ‘twixt luminous hearts Steadfast steps upon a granite bier Assures the time of Triumph nearing Over all the Sanguine Eye is cast For this passage of bittersweet dreams Foretells the golden homecoming...
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