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It was grace
Stunned by the last lights of the sun
We were swimming in a green sea as deep as a drum
There are things I must record, must praise
There are things I have to say about the fullness
And the blaze of this beautiful life

The beloved watch the world on its knees
With an infinite degree of separation that was something to see
And my friend told me, "Death is like taking off a tight shoe"
And when I stopped looking for me,
I was able to find you
Right there where everything is transcendent
I can feel myself opening up, getting closer
No hope is enough
I've stopped hoping
I'm learning to trust
I came too under that red moon,
I was completely crushed

Please use me
Please move through me
Please unscrew me
Please loosen me up
Make music with me
Make everything stop
Make noise and make silence with me
Make love, let me be love
Let me be loving
Let me give love, receive love, and be nothing but love
In love and for love and with love
In love and for love and with love

Surrender, I do surrender
Move through me and feel me get out of the way
And tune into something more deep and reflective than what's to be achieved
Or perceived
Or affected

What's my problem?
I'm always drawn back to that wrestling match
Ten thoughts in the ring of my mind playing catch
I can't live for the noise in my head
I just wanna dig a ditch in the soil of my breath and bury my brain there

But love said,
"If you bring forth what is within you
What you bring forth will save you
but if you do not bring forth
What is within you,
what you do not bring forth will destroy you"

It was grace
Stunned by the last lights of the sun
Swimming in a green sea as deep as a drum
There are things I must record, must praise
There are things I have to say about the fullness
And the blaze of this beautiful life
Of this beautiful life

Kae Tempest _ link





Podría
plegar todas mis plumas,
una a una,
y doblar mi cuerpo
hasta ser tan pequeñita
como una lágrima.
Hacerme crisálida fría
e involucionar
para renegar del alma.
Podría.
Pero no.

Noelia Taboada
En 'Un hueco para la luz' _ Ed. Páramo