The White Waterfall


Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
I hope the world will
turn green & pure


Hell hath no fury
like the dream spurned

I saw a waterfall
of death & purity

I saw a waterfall
which would cleanse
life of its dirt.


I would give you my faith
We will bathe there
clean and bright
where new life
revivifies itself
in the morning light
of the new world.


Naked, we will bathe there
clean & bright.

Hallelujah, my love, Alleluia


(At Oneonta Gorge the same day
we swam and got wet in the waterfall
at the back of the canyon. Steve H.,
David & myself end of summer 1985)

Walt Curtis


 


-Fluyendo sin detenerse-


Sisea la brisa de la tarde y me hallo en un espacio sin tiempo, sin prisas, deslizándome en una lentitud como derramando por la boca la inquietud del alma.
Acercándome al insondable centro en donde se peina el alma.
Descubriéndo el tintineo de la cadencia propia, fluyendo sin detenerse,
pero sin premuras, como el arroyo y el agua, como el paso del tiempo
y el arrullo de la naturaleza que incontenible, invita a cruzar la frontera entre lo visible y lo invisible. Se abre un portal de fuerzas universales, de conciencia sin pensamiento..
La naturaleza viene a calmar las asperezas del ser, se abre un abismo y surge la poesía del alma, la escritura del silencio, la mano suave que se enlaza con la mano del tiempo..


Sabrina Guitart




Salvation

The ´problem` for ordinary people to compredend- ordinary
experience is ´miraculous´ - mystics and poets-- the real ones feel
and know- this from moment to moment. Just perceiving clearly
and openly what is before us- the specialness of earthly existence.


We are in heaven NOW. Not later on! HEAVEN OR HELL IS RIGHT NOW.
There is total blackness and nothingness on either side of our existence, before birth and
after death. When we die, we disappear forever. That´s why each second, millisecond of our real lives is precious beyond words, beyond belief. Life is magic
made manifest.. In the short time given us.

All that ´religious´discussion about ´salvation,` and a heaven later on__ is nosense. It´s a curious projection from where we are right now. SALVATION IS NOW. Feel it, know it, dig it, be it. I realized that while looking at a delicate, summer night__ with the porch light illuminating it. Silken green bug__ messenger, ´angel` if you will. Other living beings are like angels. They may be more important than ´we` are.. Oh God, humans would be lonely without ´wild`creatures, other beings.. near them.

I have not very much time to bring you this message:
DO NOT KILL OFF THE OTHER CREATURES, ANIMALS, FLOWERS__AND GENETIC POOL OF WILD LIFE. We will be alone on the planet. With our machinery, ´toys,` in a technological nightmare.. a literal hell on earth. A barren desolate place with only ´dead` machines. Arghhh! ´God` is life. ´God` is now.

a mini-sermon

W.C
July 23, 1989
Oregon city


Ghost Salmon


When the salmon come back
the rivers dreams of itself in peace.
Heart throb, silver scale, and muscle
be personified in fish.

I die when mighty Chinook
gut bust themselves
in spawning cycle,
bruising going upstream.

I shiver when they charge
the waterfall,
waves of oxygenated water
punishing their spirit
and black unrelenting rocks.

They don’t complain;
mindless passion can save
from extinction.

O the losses will be terrible,
O the losses will be terrible,
but what’s worse
than
asphyxiation forever.

When the salmon come back,
we will grow strong again.

Walt Curtis
Nov 2 1985
All Souls Day






-El Girasol Despierto-



Me gusta ver la realidad vestida de sueño, de emociones, de color, de sentimiento.. Me gusta verla también tal y como es; desnuda y sin ropa, como un girasol despierto.
LLeno de luz y color, mecido por la vespertina brisa que silenciosa pasa y acaricia tus pétalos .
Deja que abrace tu cuerpo y que me llene de tu sentimiento; altivo, enhiesto, cumbre coronada, halo dorado. Suave vaivén.
Cautivador maestro de las antiguas nimfas que llegan a libar tu elixir y a hacer de tu ambrosia la más dulce alquimia.
Néctar de hechizante amor, de suaves y cálidos labios de miel que se funden en un ancestral beso, el beso de los enamorados .

Sabrina Guitart




Careening Toward a Happy Death

The Taoist master, Wing Chow Mein,
intuited the highest aspiration
of an enlightened soul
is to die contented.  Happy
with his miserable life, happy
with his benevolent death!

Smiling in bliss at re-entry
into eternity.  What a lark!
Is the trip to the Spirit Land
an astronomic experience
in outer space? or inner vision?
He , our side-splitting sage,
doesn´t know until it proceeds.

I believe transition is more like
swimming naked in a summer´s
green river, The tallest
snow-capped peaks represent
ancient seers, wise ones
from geologic time. Our body
merges with the water. Vehicle
which makes us one, in our
blood and up Dirt Creek.

Carried on the stream of the Tao
we know the way to the Jade Garden.
Without comprehending in an
empty head. Joyous knowledge of
the journey sings us toward the Source
along the stop of re-birth and death.
O bliss, o god, I flop on my
death-bed dead-drunk!

Been sleeping and dreaming for
a million years. Incarnate
this time around, I careen
wistfully forward and blissfully
to what end only the Tao knows.
My hexagram of dipsydoodle,
just having tossed the bones
of my ancestors--is a message
from phoenix eternity.

Oh swell! Cracked tortoise
shell of divination, inebriate
way station. I-Ching of divine folly!

Damnit, bring me another beer
before I fall down the star stairs
and kiss the pretty moon in Silvery
Lake, before my liver bursts
with happiness. Li Po, you know
what I mean! Wine is divine!
The river of Heaven awaits me.

W.C Nov.7 03 full moon

Salmon Woman

She wades in the icy water.
Fish swirl at her naked feet,
spawning and dying in gravel.
Menstrual blood tints the water.
A cloud shadow across her face,
she’s the river’s guardian spirit.

Behind her, the perfect snowy
volcano is the breast of the Goddess.
Salmon woman is human and totemic.
Without her, salmon’ ll never return.


Walt Curtis



-Náyades-


¡Náyades que con vuestro sagrado baño, honorais la sangre del planeta!
Divinas protectoras de las fuentes y de los ríos.

¡Permaneced atentas!
¡Permaneced despiertas!
No permitais que perezca vuestra pureza.
¡Qué en el salto de la cascada persista el eco de vuestras risas!
¡Qué en el salto de vuestras vidas, persista el gozo y la alegría!

Porque sois vida.. Y es vuestra armonía la que nutre al ´Gran Espíritu` de los rios.
Impetu del fluir de toda criatura, de toda vida..

Gran Espíritu protector de la vida, las Náyades te invocan para que el
materialismo degradante de la humanidad que antagónico y errante avanza,
se funda y desaparezca de la faz de la tierra! .. Para que retorne la belleza
tribal de nuestros instintos, y se abran las puertas del alma y así
inundarnos de la salvaje e instintiva Diosa de la Vida..

Sabrina Guitart

Saving The Planet



Theologians speak of saving the human
soul-- from hell. From death itself. They
promise salvation through the blood
of Jesus Christ. Who´s going to save
the planet Earth from destruction? This
abstract heaven which is talked about--
This soul´s salvation which is worried about--’
perhaps it´s a simple misnomer on the part
of theologians.
the world needs saving! And right now.
To hell with worrying about indivisuals.
The future of collective life, all biological
life on earth , is at stake. Where is the preacher
to stand up and make a testimonial for that?
Amen, bothers and sisters! Now´s the time to
make your voices heard.


W.C 


From the book, The Land of Chi 


The Hare in the Moon


A milky gray and mottled

marble among clabbered clouds

What? you say

The moon!

The full moon.

The loony toon moon

not in June.

Mysterious as mothers´s milk

It makes boys bad,

good girls glad.

Across its face

the white rabbit scampers

rampantly in the silvery blue

yet always pauses --in mid-air--

a harebrain on the pearlly sheen of moon pie.

Ears thrown back wantonly

racing through the zodiac.

An animl image made

part of the lunar clock

surpising us

in wondrous eternity.


Walt Curtis