“Sleeping bed of the Universe” by Maika Etxarri


Sleeping bed of the Universe

Between songs and praises you hear sweet cherubs, at the bottom of that quiet and calm corner of your lost room, in the immensity of the cosmos. Corner where red stars lie in your little sleeping cradle. It’s an absolute love that drags you, like a silver river that gushes forth. It’s a gesture, very composed, that shines every hour, every moment that reverberates the silence asleep…

And the lost time is pure melancholy, crystalline presence that makes company before so much gallantry. It’s your little sleepy cradle, flowery and sleeping bed that smells like green moon. And in brief moments of lethargy, candid doggerel are heard that move melancholy away like white clouds, like sheets of fine rain. Meanwhile, the essence of your most flowery bed remains lurking. Among green thymes, your sleeping bed, blooming with roses and white incandescent butterflies…

It’s mine your enormous melancholy, which lurks in the middle of the night, when the weak spirits roam the night shadows. Phantasmagorical shadows of the absent nights. Spirits wander in your eternal lethargy, fleeing from the light and the fire of your bonfire. Eternal bonfire that transforms the infernal abyss into a clear spring.
Between slight sighs, you disappear subtly through narrow nooks. Broken recesses of your numerous burning scars…

The agony of your days gives way to the immense joy of the rising sun, from East to West. And the most inert death gives way to the one that is born, between slight sighs and nebulous omens of yesteryear. I adore your sweet decorum, while the breeze softly caresses every leaf, every branch, every flower of this tree that is life. It’s the tree of your life and mine… Lives that come together, that intertwine their roots in lost history…

And your flight is a longing … And your weeping, pure emotion, is a sweet brokenness of my slight human existence, when the snow hovers over the white peaks, under the skies of Asia. And your story… mother… is my beloved story. And your wound is my life bruised and badly hurt. And your exalted rage is my consented fury, but you learn that torment is eternal obfuscation…

While the flame of your soul feels desolate, frosty and mistreated, in the dawn… poking daggers of wine and blood, between open flowers… They’re looks that entrap you, ecstatic and longed for. They’re offerings that torment, between amendments and contentions. It’s marginalized consolation in your imagined flight.

And I can decipher an old parchment, written in Egyptian hieroglyphs, in a sad blunder of your story, which is my story. A moment that you feel, as eternal suffering, as eternal obfuscation. Ghostly figures appear between clear crystals that numb your most forbidden and captive senses…

That foam that oozes, from cascades of brave water, is fine dew that springs up in the cold dawns. It’s pure coincidence between so much obsolescence. It’s pure transparency among so many occurrences. But you, mother, you just want to let my soul sleep eternally, in a placid corner of your tender ecstatic heart…

Maika Etxarri (Carmen Echarri)
Copyright poetry and photography

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Soy un espíritu libre poeta, enarbolando la bandera de la paz y libertad, en este universo existencial. Vivo en el eterno presente, aquí y ahora, bajo el poder del amor, sin la incertidumbre del mañana, sin la esclavitud del nuevo orden establecido mundial. Maika Etxarri Escritora, poeta, blogger y fotógrafa Autora del libro: La rosa del desierto
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