You brother, you teacher,
you brave heart, mind and soul!
Why did you stay when you knew well
they would burn you at the stake?
For speaking out loud,
standing up and showing to the world,
the bottomless depths of your thoughts,
those precious insights
that the centuries proved right.
Those shattering new ideas,
that the dark priests could not hear.
You shook down their house of cards,
you disarmed their castle of power and lies.
Why, my dear friend, did you choose to stay?
Confronting them up for your words,
for the beautiful fruit of your thoughts.
Oh! my brother, you valued truth so much more
than all the prudence in the world.
You die wrapped in rope, your tongue bond
while the empty souls shamelessly looked on.
May we never forget you,
because so little has changed,
with all these new old priests
still bustling around,
your example and pride
will forever be
a beacon of light and insight.
Ode to Giordano Bruno
already high in the sky
let your light and warmth
inspire me today
to care and bear fruit
to let pass and forgive
to only act and manifest
out of a deliberate attitude
rooted in deep reflection
and a heart of love
that remains calm,
positive and wise.
I am not worried when an insane despot is voted to presidency
but I am rather unsettled by the mentality of those who gave him the votes
I am not worried that egoistic Machiavellian types so often get to the top
but I am rather enraged by the culture that engenders and encourages them to do so
I am not worried to pay with my money a few indifferent soulless civil servants
but I rather feel sorry for them for choosing such an empty existence
I am not worried to see so many uncaring people that are blind to injustice
but I am rather dismayed when those who say they care cowardly choose to do nothing
I am not worried about the Earth because I know that life will exist after this humanity
but I am rather already nostalgic for those unborn who will never see Nature in full
I am not worried that I might someday be ridiculed and victimized
because I chose to abide by my values, and live a life full of reason, compassion and joy.
And I am determined to continue doing so.
idiots are those who never learn
how then shall I call myself?
who, convinced I have learned,
behave like a fool every now and then?
remaining aware and awake in the grind of life
is by all means not my special trait
oh! how should I keep myself focused and steadfast!
persevering on that wise and golden path?
dodging the clouds
obscuring my view of the Sun
or those whimsical gusts
that might catch me by surprise
are not a simple matter perhaps
but they do not compare at all
with the utmost task
of growing out of my faults
of gracefully deflecting attacks
not allowing externals to murk
the transparency of my mind
in my lifelong march
towards the light
that in everything you do
however you might feel
you are beacon and light
a link in a chain
longer than yourself
passing on cultures
histories and heritages
for them that need them now
to grow and develop
and then one day become
worthy spirits of this Earth
this sacred burden
this never ending work
the big wheels turn
the rivers flow
this is your task
after yet another
wet eyelids shut
aching red eyes
stunned and paralyzed
by the dimmest lights
weeks and weeks go on
sickness won’t pause
a permanent mist in my eyes
can’t read, can’t write
can’t paint or photograph
for this poet of sorts
conjunctivitis is hell
a trial for the will
a step in my apprenticeship
of old-fashioned stoicism.