When a poet that struck our soul dies. we are always left
with a gap of dreams and ghosts
left behind by words not written. not spoken
the gathered winds of their breath
no longer present.

we are left with the layered presente notions
of what does that vacuum inside of us
mean. in this now and then. in this then
and when. in this when and what
we are left dancing in our own skin
with the tears fears everything dancing becoming

the oldest of ghost start crawling back inside of us
the youngest spirits start guiding us
another ancestors came and went

what is this trail you leave behind francisco alarcon
what is this trail you leave behind john trudell
what is this trail of tears of poems
what is this trail of fears and words
stepping into the light of your grace

what is this trail of imperfect perfection
que somos humanos cantando y llorando
el puro reflejo del sol
mariposas sin fronteras
hombres y mujeres con alas
en las gargantas

we are the stone song left when all the steam
is gone . when all the water has been poured out
and we are pure bone song dust again
we start to feed the earth back all the songs
and all the colors she fed us

we become the journey. the best part of the journey
when the human condition. when the human contradiction

but as always we are the ones left dying
because we miss you. we miss you. and we miss you
and nothing was ever enough. this is our testament
to the human condition. that it was never ever enough
despite all the touch. despite all the opportunities
it was never enough. never ever enough. to be by your
side. to hear your words. to fight with you. to be at peace
with you. to love you. to listen to you. to be heard and seen
by you. to laugh with you. to cry and fear with you.

to hope with you

it is never enough. when you are finally gone

when the material is finally gone
when the body goes back to the four winds
to the seven directions
to the 13 generations.

in that sage of smoke
in that breath of cedar

in that one final tear
right there

when no one is looking
when no one else but you
is listening

its that song of grain of sand
its the final flor y canto

cuando todos los pajaros te llaman
para regresar.

cuando todos los latidos regresan a tu sol
cuando todos los latidos te regresan
al lugar donde nacio la agua
al lugar donde vive la madre
de quetzalcoatl

a la boca del universo

alli en ese silencio
que inspiras en este vacio
digo que pues haci es no?
nunca fue lo suficiente

la forma que una alma toca al mundo
la forma que una alma regresa al fuente

te queremos
te escuchamos
mas que nunca
poeta mexica
poestas mexicas

poetas lakotas
somos las variaciones
de las mismas lenguas
desde el centro del universo

tonantzin tlalli
pueblos de la madre
tiahui tiahui

tiahui a todos los vientos
hasme un campito

te veo no tan pronto
pero igual hasme un campito
en le fuego eterno del comienos
en la agua eterna del comienos

tiahui tiahui
tiahui tiahui

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