CREATE IN TIMES OF SORROW
CREATE IN TIMES OF SORROW
BY RaXel Gallegos
One day, seeing your black eyes surrounded by flowers.
I would like to sing songs so deep that they would pierce the divine veils of creation.
Let the echoes of my voice echo through the scepters of your soul,
and upon reaching the light, know that my song was all it needed to be.
And my belly full of ideas makes way for my own creation
a future between you and me.
And my shadow explains to me what it takes to keep creating
from scratch as many times as I want, and start from scratch as many times as I want.
And my song flies like a free bird
and finds the monster I have created and soothes it with compassion while
walls and buildings fall apart.
While the waters sweep away entire villages that were taken from their sacred place,
and the volcanoes explode, covering everything, opening the doors for a new creation.
Once again: Oh great creator,
great spirit
give me permission to create the world, considering the pain I have caused. Once again, let me create man by learning from every mistake, let me be born from the corn, let me steal the fire to see, let me learn to speak as the birds speak. Once more: let me learn from the trees, let me create flowers, let me talk with the children, let me rest under the shade of the clouds.
“Once more: let me learn from the trees, let me create flowers, let me talk with the children, let me rest under the shade of the clouds.”
Let me create the world from my hips and my womb, let me eat the sun while from my belly the moon rises, let me fall from the heavens on the back of a jaguar, on the back of the crocodile. Once again let me create while I am aware of the stars and the darkness, let me learn from this deep pain of humanity, let me create from the consciousness I have today, sing in the moonlight, smell a flower; let my heart beat, in this instant of life let me create and recreate myself once again; let me learn from the harmony of the grandmothers, and let my rivers flow from the mountains of my soul, and let my hair be the fauna oh great spirit show me the way, more conscious of pain and love, let me create the fruits that my mouth will eat, and in each mouthful give prayers to each being that feeds my body, let me give prayers to the most sacred, let me savor the love of the other, let me be man, let me be woman, let me be everything in your glorious being, let me see through the veils of existence, let me sail the dreams, be what I must be, let me create everything from scratch, to create conscious, to learn to speak again, to sing and dance; let me see the sunlight once more.