This new year finds me at the spiritual retreat of John of God, a very loving and gentle way to begin again. I would translate the poem below but it loses its... the resonance of its soul in translation. Suffice to say my trajectory is intentionally different this evening from what it was the night before, and my wish for you is that you also find the peace so pervasive here.
Cachoeira de espíritu
é la vida.
A luz de bondade brilla
tras as gotas des olhos.
O medo revolva nos espacios secretos,
fazendo vortexa de enojamento i desesperação.
Não eligo oscuridade.
Agora saio do crepusculo das dudas.
A minha alma se faz parte
de harmonia
entre a agua vital
i os ventos esperações.
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