Irene Mercedes Aguirre writes

Vital Tension

We did not quicken our step
just to wander aimlessly
blind to the objective of life
cloyed by things, without destiny.

Nor did we conquer the word
just to waste it, starved of sense
nor form a vocabulary
as a simple device for sound.

Somehow, mysteriously
if the human being looks up to the skies
it will be possible to grasp other rhythms
to open up spaces for our desires.

For in the labyrinth of the minds
within their inner tissue, deep folds,
we will sense the heavy beating,
the muffled rumour of other worlds.

Within those intimate palpitations
we will capture our own essence,
a memorious cadence of the genes
forged in the depths of time!

From within, we will later emerge,
and from up high, come down straight away,
and between the sky and the earth, elbow to elbow,
we will build a life, if we try!

Stars -- Jewel Guerra

Irene Mercedes Aguirre writes

The Slope

A shared human lineage brings us together

and similar dreams connect us.

You suffer, you love, you despise, and your brow

reflects the thought that unites us.

On Gaia we walk through our days,

of the centuries, lightning flashing,

with their perennial dramas and joys,

with blind, mendacious passions.

But we still have a long way to go! A long way for us!

This slope so slow, the climb so hard

as it rises, goes higher and exalts us!

So high and sublime! So upward!

It leads to the highest place, right to the centre,

the very being. No more lives without meaning!

So deep into abstractions does it enter,

towards hasty understanding.

And still so far to go! Isn't it, Companions?

How far away peace is! So many miseries!

What if we were to go in union?

New blood would surge through the arteries!

 The Raft number two -- Sabina Sekoh