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UPDATE: Dec 30, 2014
This book of poems is also available on Barnes & Noble as part of a compilation entitled 3 Poetry Books in 1, vol III, in ebook format. Here's the link to my ebooks on Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/ynez-fernandez-reyes?store=allproducts&keyword=ynez+fernandez-reyes If you'd like to listen to the poems, click the link on the left of and above each poem.
"Big
Fish in the Sky with Crab"
Kam II Beach State Park Kihei, Maui, Hawaii c 1998 yfr
Front Cover WATERCOLOR:
Big Fish in Sky w/Crab
Kihei, Maui, Hawaii 1998
1 Title Page
2 Index
3 Virtue 4
Consciousness Unending, IV
5 Life's About You....
6 We Grow the Fruit.... 7
In This Valley
8 WATERCOLOR: Sanctuary, Kanaha Beach Kahului,
Maui, Hawaii 1996
9 How Did They Deceive Me?
10 Disenchanted 12 God Sees.....
13 Author's Biography Back
Cover WATERCOLOR: Hills of Hanamanu
Hanamanu, Maui, Hi 1997 p3 "VIRTUE'' How can the clinging fruit turn sweet, Upon the withered bough? How
can this puny creature, man... Absorbed in self....reach grandeur? The mind rewards
itself enough; While the unrestored, evaporates. It is thru Faith we reach to find... The texture, Love, engrained upon our soul, For all of time... So when, the mortal mind, surviving joy and pain, Gives up this morbid struggle to be
queen...or king... The fearful pride that brought us to this world, And held us
by the throat....no longer means a thing. For now, when the mind at rest unfolds, The
blessed, nurturing nectar grows, Allows an opening...and, at last, we are shown... That
the Seeds of Humanity, so long ago sown, Conceal a destiny, we have yet to become. Loving, intelligent Minds, those ancient caring souls, Sustain my waning fabric spent....and
bring me back Again and again to wholeness....if only to know... We all come from
the Heart of the One. We must bend, we must lend....we must Try one more time to
send... Blessings without end, and Just willing to be, a friend of true intent. Essential to our Being... To
recognize that Self... so free, so real. Unencumbered by ego's reign, It... Is
the secret urge the soul reveals When time has spun and we have come To the end
of blame, of hatred, fear and shame. Will we then accept our real Name?... It is not thru force or trickery, we gain insight. But by feeling our way alone, with
only the Light, Of our own heart's, compassionate knowledge Of wrong and right.
Virtue is given to man by God, Let mankind then gain our God's delight, By
learning, then practicing virtue, day and night, So that when time is taken away, One
still can recogize the balance.. and Find again the Path, of the Enlightened Human
Way. p4 IV How then do we find Time, conquering Space? To be patient now, we learn to wait. To work with Nature, to
sweat and toil... For the animal love, we hope will come calling. With
endless displays of virtue and grace Finally deposited without name or face... All in the soil before Time can erase, Memories of lessons learned,
and sacrifices made. We leave it all here and return on the wave. Return
to the Sun, alive, unafraid. Forgetting the Earth and the myraids of graves... For we, like the Sun....are Consciousness..and will Always....regain
the day. p5 Life's not about... What
you do.... What you make... What you say... Or what you're slick enough to take! Let
me tell ya... Life's about you.... Who you
are... How you think.... What joy you bring... What you become when you fake it... To make it! How do you feel, when you can't be real? Is it really worth
it? p6 "WE GROW THE FRUIT" We
grow the fruit, not for ourselves alone, But within the fabric of this physicality... We can't really make it alone for long. We're
made for team work, sportsmanship and game. We love to sacrifice for love's sake,
glory is our name. We'd rather give than take. We share all that we make We're all born to be hero's... for each other. Yet still,
we love and....hate. We feel each other so keenly.... But....do I dare... to question.... Why...are we even here? Is there
a purpose for all beings? How can we know who we are, When
we can't even remember.... Where we've been?! How
many lifetimes does it take, To learn to walk patiently and allow The
unadorned Truth to sink in. When will it be time for me
To come forth, so I can share, This blessed Self
I've grown As Nature's own....so dearly...wrought; The
cornecopia, abundant and endowed... Listen now....We are the reason for the Earth. Know who you are! and have the courage after all, To bear the
gift of your fruit, original and pure; The gift of Our Inspired Self, restored. p7 "IN THIS VALLEY..." The tallest grasses cover me, Drop their pollen on my breast. In this tulle, eager, silent... My tufted form is born to rest. How faint the purple of the sky. My
head bent back upon the grasses. I hear the whispers of the Earth... Calling so deeply, from within me. In
this valley where my flesh sleeps One can hear the flowers sing, As
they shed their Winter's garment, And spread their petals into Spring. Hulled, their color is a crayon Melted
from the hubris of their youth; And whilst I sleep within them rooted, My soul doth leap from pool to pool... I
too, am a child of Being.
"Sanctuary"
Kanaha Beach State Park Kahului, Maui, Hawaii c 1997 yfr p9 "HOW DID THEY DECEIVE ME?" Into this world of pain; Of insane humans set upon my ruin? What did God gain?.... To throw me back to earth again? Did I go willingly? I don't remember now! But I know
this: They placed me In a cruel womb that spit me out! They
put me in a country that Made me feel like useless snot! They
lured me with the hope that I could be, The heroine of my secret fantasy. They do not answer when I call. I look everywhere for eyes.... That know the inside Truth... But we have lost the Ancient Mind, That we were borne with. p10 You are looking from the far shore And do not see the Tree Where
friends gather to support equality. Self-righteously arrogant Egotistically calculating,
coldly, Prancing lightly about in green eyes... Deluding fools, breaking all the
rules... Of Love...by analytically, not really caring. Blindly
wielding misguided power, unscathed. Why thrust the arrow deeper in the wound? Have
you no sense of right and wrong? Why let the catastrophy grow untamed. The helpless
watch in loathsome rage Dismayed, and crawling carefully away... In safety crouch
and gaze...is this the one Who won his way... into our hearts?! Disenchanted
by deceptive deceivers Who evaluate with disdain... In suedo overtones so beguiling,
Disregarding fairness. Expecting one to disclaim their right, As
true human beings and siblings. The broken enemy is...our self. Disenchanted with
boasters Waiting now to bare my wounded heart. Offering
the happy truth that all is really one And we cannot now or ever...be torn apart... Even
though you don't care, Your love undone, is not expunged, From the Kingdom
of our Blessed Sun. Disenchanted, I am regaining,...sweet designs... Pain, pressed thru blissful being to find. Sipping silently now, the nectar in my heart, Heavy with Love's pollen, I float alone but not apart. So full the cup, all living
beings partake of, When giving up....pretentious pride... To treat each other right,
and share the Light.... In this loving, Kingdom of the Sun. p11 The deafening silence of
mindlessness, The boastful cheaters exiting Paradice Their
minds of clay, are split and drying Yet they are still denying, Still
persist in lying...and the abused... Still crying.... The tears like drumbeats hit hard Upon the heart of man. But
makes no song. The innocent believe, the faithful wait..... The
massacred sleep...and I... I sit here restraining rage.... Watching
the inevitable transpire. Writhing in fearful anticipation, I am suffocating in this atmosphere. This Life takes so much
courage... I can't understand it. How do I
stop the weeping... How do I regain the "feeling" Of
lovingness, so natural before. Now, I pray to keep my sanity... As I must endure...this long night unsure, 'Til Dawn, opens
the door....and I go forth. Knowing this life, is just a weaving On
the quantum loom, of eternal Being... Self assembling Its Self, thru warp and woof... In the unseen hand the bobbin unspools, Laying in designs, as
the Universe approves. p12 God sees our thoughts
before we speak, Knows our efforts, strong and weak, Feels our joy, our pain...our
Faith; God lets us reap our own reward. The Guardian
knows our heart, and brings... Refreshment with It's gift of Song... I have
no qualms in going Home... I eagerly await the warm embrace.... Again
to see, the divinely Splendid Face, That Friend that I have always known, Alive
and breathing through all things....and forms; Allowing me the right to be. The Guardian is alive in me...cannot depart. And when I leave this dreary earth...I go... Directly to Their Loving, Sacred Heart.
"Hills of Hanamanu"
Hanamanu Beach State Park Nahiko, Maui, Hawaii c 1997 yfr |
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