From wet ashes and fumes
I raised myself high at dawn
I used to walk biped in the aurora
and now in the preamble of the Sun,
I let go of my body and befall
transformed into a diluvian opal
with my own gloss on a different face
awakening from a sound sleep
shriveled in the keys of knowledge.
Now just a myth lingers in the dew
on the torso of a vacuous carcass
that the land will devour in its time,
because this new etheric body
now flies in hand with the universe…

Desde húmedas cenizas y fumes
me volví a levantar alto al amanecer
Yo solía caminar bípedo en la aurora
y ahora en el preámbulo del Sol
me desprendo de mi cuerpo y acontezco
transformado en ópalo diluviano
con brillo propio en un rostro distinto
despertando de un sueño profundo
marchito entre las llaves del saber.
Ahora solo perdura un mito en el rocío
en el torso de una carcasa vacua
que devorara la tierra a su tiempo,
porque este nuevo cuerpo etéreo
ahora vuela de la mano con el universo…

Gavriel Navarro© 2013

Note: After a discussion with a friend I decided to write 20 poems (this is count 19) which will take you into a Shamanic journey put down into poetry. These are not teachings nor do I expect the reader to learn anything, but if you do, beware of that gift that you possess and put it to good use…

A Phoenix Rises