
Lo, I am at the crossroads
where all men meet
It is here I pause
I consider which way to go
I stoop to add another stone
to mark my passing
and, I wait, to see who comes along
I have become indifferent to everything
except unconditional freedom
beyond land and sea
I want to go to sit on mountains
and count lost civilizations
lost cultures, lost wisdom, lost souls
I want to go to wander with my shadow
and we together want to seek, we want to speak
we want to sing to the sky
to the dust, to the rust
to thorns and scorpions
to strength and to determination
knowing we are of the same great importance
as the venom of snakes and the solitude of stars
I want to go to watch humanity, lost
rivers of small minds, running like beetles
over the earth
feeding whipperwills of fantasy
and belligerent blue jays of war
shrieking into the clouds
with complaints and promises
seeking one another
seeking security
seeking acceptance
validation
importance
dominance
control
riches
fulfill all my wishes
seeking affection
devoid of direction
full of free will
free to fail, free to fall
free to try, to die
to never know why
to become either fodder
or slaves
to be washed clean by waves
or become ever smaller under the weight of gravity
and the duration of time
the shrinking of thinking
and reason
The heart which does not care first for itself
is flawed beyond repair
How can it beat on behalf of others?
Let my heart beat in the clear, rare air
Let my breath gather the insights of the heights
I am resigned to nature and to nothing else
for man’s ways are as fickle as his mind
and change as quickly as his ways
as what he says and who he pays
who he obeys and why he prays
But, the mountains are beginning to tremble
And, the winds are singing of tsunamis
Night is falling
Long shadows are calling
warning that hard times are coming
So, I am going
to return to the fold
to hold hands with my brothers and sisters
I do not want to lose my place in line
and, I may be able to help
Valeria Castellanos – August 16, 2015