No es que no hay suficiente (y la verdad es que no hay
para muchos).
Es que todo está tan abundante para tantos…
y los que tenemos no sabemos que hacer con ello.
El problema no es que estamos insensibles (y lo somos)
Es que sentimos demasiado
demasiado fuerte
sensaciones como explosiones en la consciencia
experiencias que interrumpen sapiencia

Most streets are one way
here in Buenos Aires,
and in many other places, besides.
Bike on whichever side
but you can't go back the way you came,
there and back are never the same

It's been a while since I've posted, since I've been out in the mountains and jungles of Bolivia... I'm back in regular communication, and will be posting every 10 days again. Here's a vid from my travels - watch it in HD if you can.

On high tide
let me ride
my head, the sail
my heart, the wind
the world within

sun and thunder,
come in! come in!
light and sound,
bounce around!
illuminate and harmonize,
make me wise
in ears and eyes,
and I'll let you go again

There's this woman
got me talkin' on the phone
even when when I'm alone
I love to be alone...
I must love her

There's this city
got me jumpin' in my sleep
even though when at peace
I dream of dreamin' deep...
it must love me

There's this song
got me tryin' to sing along
despite my voice all wrong
rough and tumbling and grumbling
like groans from God above...
it must be love

just spent a long time in the mountains and jungles of bolivia and peru - back in civilization for now, though things might be sporadic until I finish this job in a bit over a month... anyhow, here's one from the peruvian amazon:


I left the shelter of my
home to seek a shooting star
on which to wish for that which
was lost to me (or by me).

Stepping out into the jungle night,
I looked up to black sky.

Despair pried open my mouth,
anger at the heavens flared my eyes.

No song came out, no vision came in.
I neither breathed nor blinked.

Fully exposed, I might have died there...
but suddenly, my mad openness was filled
with light bursting from a crack in the sky.

"Se Busca", dirigido por Mateo Hinojosa, parte 2

"Se Busca", dirigido por Mateo Hinojosa, parte 1

28-1-10

There are days I hesitate to write the date

fate made time fly and I forget how far it took me

shook me like rough weather and I as light as a fly

fin

why?

"Conventional wisdom brings conventional results,"
"Look before you leap,"
"A stitch in time saves nine,"
They say, and I say, hey,
one of those is fine and good on its own,
but tryin' to do all I should, all alone,
I looked before I leaped
from Here to There, and as I peeked 'round
my feet slipped nine times down the mountain
till There became such high ground
that I could only wistfully wonder
how that greener grass over There might feel under
my toes.

"Just goes to show," They say,
"You shoul've taken the less-beaten road."
I reply with a cry, pointing to my bare feet:
"Simplify! simplify! simplify! Didn't you see
the spiny rocky path that way, They?! eh??"
"Okay, okay," say They, "but no pain no gain."
"Your refrain," say I, "will drive me lame,
plus, I got my own game, my own
reason and rhyme, so though I won't say
I don't appreciate your time,
I will say what's yours ain't mine."
And with that I leapt into the void.

movimientos profundos, lentos, inexorables,
cambios venerables por su misterio sensible
y no comprensible, por su potencia inasible:
mis pies echan raíces, conocen tierra rica,
no se osan explicar el amar de los nutrientes
que los entran, fluyendo de corrientes subterráneas,
nacidas de entes soberanos integrados a las profundididades;
su leche mamada alimienta al flujo
sus lágrimas apreciadas dan espesura rica
su sangre derramada fecunda nueva vida
nacida integrada al porvenir sísmico surgiendo
del pasado cósmico

me tranquilizo, la paz me permite
abrirme, rendirme para que me entre,
me re-ancle y me recentre la energía de aquellos entes
estos entes aquí y ahora y allá y siempre presentes,
fuentes de fuerza vital y de repente destructiva
para que viva la transformación, la re-alineación
de continentes, el quiebre que abre grietas para nuevas vertientes
que me riegan y me sostienen aquí en quietud creadora.

from radically moments of the last year, though either of these seem like constants in my life... seeing them next to each other seems complementary:


1.
I just want to make something unquestionably (for some people at least, for some time at least) good.

I don’t feel at home anywhere any more. I used to feel comfortable almost everywhere, or if not comfortable at least fascinated. I’ve become an outsider to my own life.

If everything taken out of context loses its clear meaning, I am pure nonsense.



2.
I got a name whose fame few remember
can’t complain
got a feelin kept me sane since September
can’t complain
got a game I been playin with growin pains
can’t complain
got distracted from shame by accepting me plain
can’t complain
got nothing to say cept the same ol refrain
can’t complain

Each echo produces two.

Volume may diminish, but sound dies no more than any other type of matter.

So take care with what you say.

The vibrations are continuous – both back toward the words that produced the present words, and forwards toward the future’s echoes of these words.

So hum along occasionally.

Solidarity Bridge: Healing and Empowering in Latin America from Mateo Hinojosa on Vimeo.

Check out this promotional video that I just finished editing, for Solidarity Bridge, a foundation that does medical and fair-trade work in Bolivia.