Siddhartha knew how to think, wait and fast
1.
The train lulled him into the news
after having cut communication
literally
His home being across the ocean
seven hours later
On a train where one couldn’t stop
and go back
there was no point but to continue
to ride along
the river of the souls
The train lulled and framed the passage
of presence without time
past and future, desire and promise
all mingled and floating
inside
while their bodies were conduced
away from the tunnel of maybe
and into the writhing of the river
He had to think his way through, sober
Open to what his sole (soul) being was telling him
He had to wait (he had to)
just be an optimist
just be
And fast-
fast wasn’t the tempo of the ride
The beauty and the sameness
Their humble place before it all
Colors, and a magnitude of life
which they could never encompass
in all of their creations together
Their significance and their insignificance
all at once
except they couldn’t apprehend it all
We only let in some (atisbos)
All at once we would explode
so we master the art of leaving
like the river
2.
It was their loneness
which brought them together
two rivers diluting in each other
It wasn’t loneliness
it was only that they were alone
(tan solo estaban solos)
There are never answers
only tunnels and possibilities
There are cycles and repetitions-
Opportunities to return-
Opportunities sometimes lost
Yet a hand, an embrace, should never be denied
-clouds and trees and a clacking hill
energy travels in an eliptical way
that is why the return is eternal
back to the train-
sounds of violent times
savage
the echo of death and loss
the echo that touched them
Death, sex, fear and the impossibilities
- the darkness - of love
3.
A heart stopped on the other side of the ocean
(cut communication left only echoes)
Mesa Verde was Silence
Reality was now
Through the speed of an engine
they would be back to reality
reality that was and is
except
it would never be the same
He made things happen
(He was blessed and damned
like all the rest)
4.
Then, all that was left
was the lulling
the passage of the train
the water
the return
Floating like the river
with its source and its power
Floating, waiting
becoming
liquid
(fasting)
till the end of it all
