Aquí el primer poema del próximo poemario que publicaré

Traducción de Margaret Randall

(lo cual es un honor para mí)

ONE


because nothing matters
neither sunflower nor that brown bird
pyramid nor tree

you get smaller on the wind
nothing matters in this silence

the old man speaks from his high seat
he says your eyes do not see:
everything is Maya the Vedanta says,
mirage in movement

nothing matters
neither years nor the dust
that wakes in our lungs

fingers tumbling through mist
in search of dreams

nothing matters between you and me
and an ancient spiral unwinds
it brings you to my hands
fresh water and pedestal
luminous quartz in my belly
and white flowers through the smoke nothing matters

running in decapitated rivers
life scatters and reaches
perfect peaks
of eagles and the breath of altitude

from there to the deepest chasm nothing matters
everything finds a new sun, a dazzling moon
or hell

but nothing matters

nothing matters because all is one,
a single drumbeat
under the sky
deep heartbeat that wakes
from sleep or agony

ecstasy or anguish
it’s the same runaway colt in your breast

nothing matters not you not me not anyone

because all is one