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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.
From My Window I
Los Angeles, California c 1990 yfr
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"WE ONLY NEED" INDEX Front Cover: WATERCOLOR: From My Window Downtown L.A. Calif 1993 1 Title Page 2 Index 3 We Only Need.... 4 The Guardians 5 Conscience 6 See What a Little Love Can Do! 7 WATERCOLOR: From My Window 2 East L.A. Calif 8 Promiced Land 9 Consciousness Unending I, II, III 10 I Came Slowly Along the Trail 11 Our Self 12 Consciousness Unending, V & VI 13 Author's Biography 14 Author's Biography (cont) Back Cover: WATERCOLOR: From My Window 3 My Barrio, L.A.,Calif p3 p4 "THE GUARDIANS" Land
is not owned, but shared and maintained, For generations to come, for the unborn without blame. We've taken so much, put so little back, We've taken the land from, and broken
the backs of Those who fight for their ceremonial rights... Who realize guardianship,
and so treasure all life. Woe to the arrogant conqueror so cruel. Someday
even you will have to play by the rules. We bring these tragedies upon ourselves; Yet
intervening Ancients are ready to help. The way of Love is unsure and steep Demands
we open our hearts, and weep.... For one another. Have
Faith...for at any moment we can allow, The crystal clear fountain of Love to endow The
withering spirit refreshment at last, and In that glorious moment....as we advance, Thru
that portal so slender, we'll have the chance To save our dear Earth, and start over again To prove we are in Loving Unity... Earth's true Guardians. p5 "CONSCIENCE" Do we really think? Do we understand? Do
we even feel...the soul, within the man? When will we overcome, this primitive mind.... So filled with fear, and ego sublime? Unable to sublimate the
jealous impulses, We give into treachery by instinctual reflexes. Pitiful humans, slow toward introspection, Wasting the chance
to learn Life's greatest lessons. How?...can we as a species survive Ignoring signs from Ancestors Divine?!! Humans are designed to
grasp the true meaning... Why then pursue a path so demeaning?.... What
good is consciousness... If we have no conscience?! p6 "WHAT A LITTLE LOVE CAN DO!" When we pass thru that portal so slender, Naked,
alone and afraid... Know, one suffers, same as another. We weep thinking, we've
lost all our claim. But catch hold of a rainbow and ride it, Let
the child full of wisdom be free; There are worlds of light beyond this one. Following
Love's path is our destiny. Know who you are, not as you may seem, But the person you know you are in your dreams. All things can work together for good.... Just think what a little love, could do! The "you"
in you is not greedy or cruel; Never takes advantage or tries to abuse; That
"you" can forgive; always finds the way thru. Can you just feel...what a little love can do?! Our essential nature, elusive, exposed, Provokes realization,
gives chance for real growth; Let the heart reach for the truth it is shown. Find
out, what a little love can do!
From My Window II
Los Angeles, California c 1990 yfr p8 "PROMISED LAND" A child comes into this world believing In love...and with trust for the elders that feed
her; But dragged by her feet thru the threshold of youth Comes out screaming, nauseous
and puking.... Why does this world reject people like me, A
sister of prayerful, sincerity? Yet it accepts liars and thieves so shady, Tricksters,
vipers and sellouts so greedy; Derilects, con men and weak minded fools... But the
righteous are mocked, reviled, abused! Time's not over, stay in the groove, God made man, so now what can we do... To prove harmony is here, in this Universe surely, For all here now, and those who come slowly. Our prophets
are murdered, our warriors slain, The innocent massacred, their message unsaved. Why?...linger
in such putrid shame Humanity arize...to realize.... This eternal light of Self,
this intellegence.... is gold, This human life, the Promiced Land of old Of which
we're told! It's ours to grow and hold, hoping.... That
we, in that jealous moment wavering, Before we raise the ax to slay our foe.... We
are able to step back...regain composure and forgo, Such painful victory poorly gained....Instead... In heartful generousity...remain...in solidarity, a friend. There in is, the Promiced
Land. Consciousness Unending I, II, III p9 "CONSCOUSNESS UNENDING," I, II, III I Don't
be lonely. Don't be afraid. All we are is consciousness, Moving in waves. The light I see in a moonless sky, Comes thru a billion light year nights. Shining
perpetually naked and bright; Shines on my face, and armbone bright. It takes courage
and faith, To be borne of Starlight. II This
reality, this stage... Our consciousness creates. Each lifetime reborn, Transforming
it's weight. Molten thru cycles, condensing and safe; This nature so dire to
release the last wave... A Nature so desperate to express to the death... Each armbone
gained, a pile of dust in the end.... III This conscious
Self I know myself to be Is an enigma, a paradox, a lover who has needs. A greedy
child, a wise old fool... An artist, poet, breaking rules. With a consciousness
begat from Light In a Sun so fierce....a Giver of Life! When it moves into form,
It's relief is our ire I've got some right here. I'm "feeling" the fire. Don't berate it. It overcomes fear! I Came Slowly Along the Trail... p10 "I CAME SLOWLY ALONG THE TRAIL" I came slowly along the trail before me set. My intentions were to accomplish what I must...with
Love. An emptiness embroidered in the shadowed edges, Left to abstract reflections,
contrasts to.... An enduring hope, the soul has kept alive, That somehow, I might
earn the grace I lost Before embarking from this world of living and dying. I withstood the winds and perils of youth Believing there was a place the Angels guarded Where I would arrive, with the many gifts my life awarded; Able to share the fruits of
goodness, then move forward. But I have been self-deluded by my own slow efforts; Side-tracked
by diversion...and jealous saboteurs. Unprepared
for acceptance in that harbor Safe in Heaven where I'm expected? If I'm unable to accomplish what tasks Inspiration has given, will I lose The
chance to overcome The error of my ways...never evil, But arrogant and ungrateful.
Wanting affection they could not give. I've only wished...to do my best here,
With a life fragmented from conception. Hope was not an option. Broken-hearted,
Reeling... still...I am offering my being, As a sacrifice....to all with feelings... A panacea. For a life well lived Is like a bell that rings forever. The
sound encrypted in our collective soul, Enriching Humanity's potential. To
see that great Festival of Salvation coming; To hear the joyful sounds of Angels triumphant Bringing
in, the Lords of Creation, Adorned in flowers, annointed and so blessed... To see
the Paradice for which this world Was lovingly prepared, and which was lost, At
last the promice kept. Give me a kiss!!!... This human soul at last restored to bliss. We
have survived through many challenges and tests. Then, reaching to step up and claim we did our best... When along the Trail...we continue, thru these milleniums. p11 So
interconnected and integrally linked, One with another through all living beings; Through every breath, through every move, In every thought, there
is a clue. With every joy, with every pain Held
within our collective brain... The Self resides, anew. p12 "CONSCIOUSNESS UNENDING, (cont) V So what have we gained? What all has remained... Of
the Light we've sustained? What we have learned... Thru the cycles we've
turned. Is that Consciousness is forever, Unborn and unlearned. The
soul is aware, before entering here, Of gratitude, compassion and justice. Instinctive
knowing, like a hand in a glove Engraved on our breast, as if programed to LOVE. Shows
the function of humans Is giving and sharing... VI In the end do we sing? Is the zing still the thing? Does the fragile Self ring in waves bringing, Feelings and knowing, so lucid and free. Moving together, thru light years forever Reminding a creature like me... Between
the grooves of silence, listening A multitude before me whispering, The secret of
this consciousness, is.... We must forgive...to go on living. Though fear can move
us to respond, The mountain moves Itself into a pond. The mountain is conscious
of Itself And all that lives upon it, as well. Consciousness lives everywhere, In all things...and is... unending... In you....and me.
From My Window III
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