Yo busco el sentimiento de la vida Como un pescador en su barca Fuera en el mar abierto. Pacientes, mis ojos se llenan Con la abundancia del mundo, Y las detalles se presentan Como portones que abren Mi pensamiento al dominio de sueños. En un instante, en las detalles tan triviales, Las raíces …
I see my friend dimly lit in the hall. I go to them, fighting to keep the anguish at bay. Only adrenaline keeps me going, And the terror that I know looms ahead. Oh, the abject horror of it. Furious eyes reflect back at me, And threatening claws inch closer and closer. I am …
I am a flow of force that springs forth From the rivers of my beating heart. The currents are coursing within me, Drumming to the rhythm of my soul. Because my spirit is so ablaze With the breath of life, I radiate Beyond the bounds of my body To take root deep into the …
All it takes to separate The walls of an art gallery From my collection of things Is a certain framing of space.
Days are passing by, And the mornings are morphing, Never static. What was once a morning treat Presented by my parents Became a present to myself. Learning what it is I need Takes me back, Feeling the warm desert sun As I venture forth Into the cool redwood mist. They only see …
We bring energy to the places where we dwell, Charging that space with all of our being. So when we say goodbye and farewell To the places where we’ve been, That charge dies, and with us moves on.
I stand here, looking out At what was and What could have been. The familiar presence I grew to love Has come to an end. Imprints in the ground Are fading away, Wave after wave. I am watching the Sand shifting Beneath my feet. *This work is dedicated to the …
I see the Bright -- young Day Enveloping myself -- in Dark Slowly I hear -- as I lay The Song -- of a Lark The Blades -- whisper in the Wind Growing faint -- touch my back. To All -- mine Eyes are Blind But my Flashes -- in Black. I lay …
Oscar Oz Nava 