Are my desires so dark?
I sit waiting as Buddha for
Mara and his arrows, but
No, Buddha, tonight
I embrace the dark
Offer my heart up
A fitting trip through my deep
Dark dreams, dark sounds
"The true struggle is with the duende"
I will weave a web to
Ensnare those insolent angels
Show them the death that awaits
How that end sets fire to our days
When we see
My awakening will come
In its time
In its way
In my way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem