Looking for your Face…

…

From the beginning of my life

I have been looking for your face

but today I have seen it.

.

Today I have seen

the charm, the beauty,

the unfathomable grace

of the face

that I was looking for

.

Today I have found you

and those who laughed and scorned me yesterday

are sorry that they were not looking

as I did

.

I am bewildered by the magnificence

of your beauty

and wish to see you

with a hundred eyes

.

My heart has burned with passion

and has searched forever

for this wondrous beauty

That I now behold

.

I am ashamed

to call this love human

and afraid of God

to call it divine

.

Your fragrant breath

like the morning breeze

has come to the stillness of the garden

You have breathed new life into me

I have become your sunshine

and also your shadow

.

My soul is screaming in ecstasy

Every fiber of my being

is in love with you

.

Your effulgence

has lit a fire in my heart

and you have made radiant

for me the earth and sky

.

My arrow of love

has arrived at the target

I am in the house of mercy

and my heart

is a place of prayer

…

- Rumi -

Moonbeams

Genius

Genius is a person whose communion with the universe is not clogged by the ego of his humanity.
By Alex Reshuan

Memories

Memories are temporary happiness and perpetual sorrow.
By Alex Reshuan

La playa

Sabado 5 AM Capaes:

Arena aspera en mis pies marchitos.
Regreso a la tierra
Vientre humedo
Sal de vida
Pacifico desenfrenado gritas tu virilidad
Tosco, pausante, burbujeante ,
Mueres en mi exausto

Debiles luciernagas cosmicas rien verdades silenciosas
Murmullos celestiales comulgan con mis pensamientos mundanos
No estan solos mis pecados
Luna negra estas y no te veo

By Alex Reshuan

No title

Poder ayudar y no poder
Poder cargarte con un derecho perdido.
Como se carga el viento?
Tan solo te siento en medio de los dedos
Alrededor de mi cuerpo
Dentro de mi ser
Exhalandote.
Pero no eres tangible. Ya no.
Te siento pero te desvaneces
Eres libre de mi.

Inocencia

La inocencia de un corazon enamorado es como el vuelo errante de una mariposa.
La experiencia de un corazon herido como el vuelo de un halcon peregrino.

By Alex Reshuan