Maria J. Andrade Poems

I wake,
with words and music in my head.
Outside, hundreds of birds compete with me
and the air purifier humming in my room.
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I do not fault you.
If I have forgiven myself,
why not you?
Who can see the depths of a life,
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You,
the pulsating blood,
the gasp in the breath,
the dizziness in the brain,
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The mother asked, ' What is it that you eat? '
The girl replied, 'It is mandrake.'
And a voice added, 'Yes, it is mandrake and
it grows by the light of the moon.'
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La madre preguntó, “¿Qué comes? ”
La hija contestó, “Mandrágora.”
Una voz agregó, ‘Si. Es mandrágora,
y crece a la luz de la luna.’
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When I am dead
and in another land,
will I forget how beautiful
the sun went down,
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It's Spring,
and love affairs are everywhere.

In lower chambers,
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I see a world in which Source
flows through us in its fullness,
and there is no separation
between you and me,
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The night's silence moves gracefully
among trees,
which sway in unison lovingly,
as the night passes.
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Blessed waters of the deep,
my first home where I did sleep,
within the darkness of my mother's womb.
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