If only I had the slightest wisdom
I would have pursued the great Way at once,
never regretting, never going astray.
But I dreamed too much, what a tumultuous child!
instead of enjoying and staying calm.
Being nothing more than a simple human,
my life turned a maze of turns and twists,
like a mountain path, like a very old tree.
Only late, very late, did I came to rest,
after too much unnecessary toil
with a basket full of mature fruit.
How much I learned? how much I changed?
How much a better person at last I became!
Although enriched by this progress
I often cannot help but feel,
a deep nostalgia, a sense of loss,
for what in blindness I left behind,
for the many doors I closed,
and although I can now understand,
I can’t simply erase and forget
the echoes of those thousand paths,
the many lives I did not fully live.
dreams of my childhood
light of my life,
secret jewels and joyful spirits!
at once silly,
nostalgic and uplifting,
but never gone for long
and always transcending
a harsh reality
and a world
not entirely lost.
the wind blows over the Earth
riding waves of golden grass
lone corner of the planet
I feel your pulse
genuine and true
I am bound to return
What is left of those bright days
long ago past?
Those singing memories
of love and life,
those sweet and warm candles,
of who we were
and what we meant.
Long ago, in far away lands,
I grew up admiring the stars,
dreaming of distant mountains
and smelling the fresh grass.
In the crisp winter sky,
Centaurus shone proud and high,
and in lazy warm summer days
benteveos sang to the Sun.
One day I left for the north,
who knows looking for what,
now the childhood world already lost,
my old birds and stars will not come back.
I sit prisoner of space time,
with these memories warming my heart,
under a new gentle Sun
in these new here and now.