Tuesday, October 2, 2012

La Calaca a Day - #2



Xelaxhuaanas


Woman, you guard the memories and you cry out:
your fruit of the earth flys away with the wind;
as the papel picado rattles and I feel
a language of aromas and flames.


Water for the thirst that you claim
with the faith that stirs in the mind;
with such grandeur that is sorrow
of all that you suffer because you love.


You have brought with you death’s scent
the burning incense is alive in the house
and on the sleeping mat lies what used to be:


butterfly that pierces the air it traverses
and carries within its wings all which it has lived
its perfume is passion in all it touches



Julie Sopetran

Source: Poem found in Oaxaca- Through the Eyes of the Soul, Day of the Dead in Mexico


(Image found here.  Rebecca is hosting La Calaca a Day for the month of October.  You can participate here.).

12 comments:

  1. "butterfly that pierces the air it traverses
    and carries within its wings all which it has lived
    its perfume is passion in all it touches"

    oh yes to this!

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  2. such wonderful words
    like a dance of life
    thank you
    thank you also for your visit.

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    1. Thanks, Tammie - it's fun to be back in the blogging world and catching up with you!

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  3. Your Calaca laughs with great joy and happiness as life should be.
    Adriana

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    1. Yes, I guess we do suffer from Love - but I often wonder if suffer is the right word. The mystery of it boggles this little mind at times!

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  5. Wow, that is an excellent piece. Beautiful words. Oh my, I really like your work. thank you.

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  6. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing such wonder.
    Nicole/Beadwright

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