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Tobin Owl

The Eyes of a Child

The eyes of a child

they call me... but to where?

Twinkling, they play with me

Recognition

Our hearts are one

mine and yours

Why do the others not know it?

Smiling, you say, “Let’s be friends”

The people are too busy

they whisk us along... no chance to play?

They are busy building prisons

So long, my friend

El Fuerte, Sinaloa

Memoir of the grandeur of a day gone by

Dreams once reached, now fading

yet still alive

A kind and generous people aware of their heritage

And creating a new Mexico

with greater equality and brotherhood

Outside the city, coming from the mountains

the river runs... nay, saunters

Like time immemorial

like eternity

the plains and hills, covered with green,

extend on either side

...forever

The city is a flickering of a candle ... an illusion

though a pleasant one perhaps

Outside, nature remains inconspicuous

As if it were a frog crouched on the bricks

that pave the city’s streets

blended in

Who would notice?

To my Beloved Companion

I am a teacher, a philosopher and a philanthropist

I am a student, a child and an orphan

Presently you will begin your education...

The world is your university

And the faces of the people are your books

I am the clerk at the information desk

I am the library attendant

How much you have to learn!

And how great and how wide are the doors of this college!

I found a rose underneath a flowering tree by the lake

I picked it up and kept it for you...

I will take it to Doña Socorro, the wise woman of the city

She sends you her greeting and her welcome

Did you ask me how this city was built?

It is built on the sweat of slaves...

The blood of the poor is its mortar

And the slave drivers are the slaves

And the rich are the most miserable

And the murderers are the victims of their own murder

Come with me...

and we will build a new city inside this city

We will build it upon love and kindness and generosity

We will use the rays of the sun for stones

And for mortar, the fragrance of flowers

There is no sense in trying to leave the city

Because its highways cover the whole face of the earth

But we can build inside the city...

We will build schools for our children out of the wind

And the waves of the ocean will be their writing tablets

Yesterday, I met a snail on the sidewalk

I bent down and extended my hand

He greeted me with a curious smile

We conversed for a season

and then he went his way

Tomorrow, I will go out to look for the poor

He will give me to eat from his bowl

and I will teach him the things I have learned from my wanderings

You are my companion, my counselor, and my mirror

I am your friend, your lover

and the deepest desire of your heart.

Our Marriage

Our marriage is not the bonds of human tradition

or the pretense of legal security

but rather, it is the inquiry which we make

over and over into the depths of each other’s soul...

and the harmony we find there

It is love drawing us along in its train...

It is the melding of our lives together...

Our vow is the oneness of our hearts

           ...an unspoken vow

...an intimate trust

When I call her ‘wife’

I do not mean that I love her exclusively

but that with her I find a place

for the expression of the love I feel

for the entire universe

When she calls me ‘husband’

she does not mean

that she owes me a fidelity

which I might then demand from her

jealously

but that in me she finds a home

for her love...

a home with an open door

where she may come in

and go forth

as she pleases

Our wedding is the intimacy which we search for

which we grope after

feeling our bodies touch

and listening to each other’s heart beat

until, like the dawn

breaking over the horizon,

we are caught up in the rapture

of intense burning love

holding tightly

to the unclothed essence

of the one made real before us

Run my Beloved

Run my beloved

Run like a lamb

Let your joy, let your desire be your guide

When I watch you

my heart will be light as you jump and play

When you lie down

I will look upon you tenderly

El Temascalme

Vientre de mi madre Tierra

Al entrar me haces acordarme

de quien es mi verdadera madre

¿Como es que lo había olvidado?

Tu frescura alivia mi mente

Tu calor me acoge

Con cuerpos desnudos

en ti yacemos

así como cuando nos primero diste a luz...

ya no existe la separación

Me limpias de temores

en tu oscuridad calmante

Mi cuerpo purificas

y me haces nacer de nuevo