"I noticed the grass, I noticed the hills, I noticed the highways, I noticed the dirt road; I noticed the car rows in the parking lot. I noticed the ticket takers, noticed the cash and the checks and credit cards, I noticed the buses, noticed mourners, I noticed their children in red dresses, I noticed the entrance sign, noticed retreat houses, noticed blue and yellow flagsNoticed the devotees, their trucks and buses, guards in khaki uniforms,I noticed the crowds, noticed misty skies, noticed the all –pervading smiles and empty eyes –I noticed the pillows, coloured red and yellow, square pillows round and round –I noticed the Tori gate, passers-through bowing, a parade of men and women in formal dress 

Noticed the procession, noticed the bagpipe, drums, horns, noticed high silk head crowns and saffron robes, noticed the three piece suits,I noticed the palanquin, an umbrella, the stupa painted with jewels the Colours of the four directions –Amber for generosity, green for karmic works,I noticed the white for Buddha, red for the heart –Thirteen worlds on the stupa hat, noticed the bell handle and umbrella, the empty head of the white cement bell - Noticed the corpse to be set in the head of the bell –Noticed the monks chanting, horn plaint in our ears, smoke rising from astep the firebrick empty bells –Noticed the crowds quiet, noticed the Chilean poet, noticed a rainbow,I noticed the guru was dead,I noticed his teacher bare breasted watching the corpse burn in the stupa,Noticed morning students sad cross legged before their books, chanting devotional mantra’s, Gesturing mysterious fingers, bells and brass thunderbolts in their hands,I noticed flames rising above flags and wires and umbrellas and painted orange poles,I noticed, I noticed the sky, noticed the sun, a rainbow around the sun, light misty clouds drifting over the sun 

I noticed my own heart beating, breath passing through my nostrilsMy feet walking, eyes seeing,I've noticed smoke above the corpse, I've noticed fired monumentsI noticed the path downhill, I've noticed the crowd moving toward the busesI noticed food, lettuce salad, I noticed the teacher was absent,I noticed my friends, I've noticed our car, I've noticed the blue Volvo,I've noticed a young boy hold my hand. Our key in the motel door, I noticed a dark room, I noticed a dream and forgot, noticed oranges lemons and caviar at breakfast,I noticed the highway, sleepiness, homework thoughts, the boy’s nippled chest in the breeze as the car rolled down hillsides past green woods to the water. I noticed the sea, I noticed the music - I wanted to dance.

                                                           "Allen Ginsberg; "On the Cremation of Chogyam Thungpa Vidyadhara" (1987)

Solo le pido
a mis piernas
que respiren
hondo
antes de entrar
a la espesura
de tu pelo.

Abajo de las sabanas,
se esconden se esconden los secretos
que dejamos plantados
en ese arcon de madera,
antes de quedar a la deriva
entre mares tristes
y soles muertos.

Sin esos tres suspiros
que pasaron como días,
el sol habría terminado
por quemarse vivo y explotar,

y la luna se hubiera hundido
en los lamentos de un vaso
sin fondo,
lleno de mierdas.

" Busco en mis memorias un tren

que marche al ocaso de mis pensamientos

y me lleve de vuelta al amanecer de mis sentidos. "

Peleé miles de guerras
por países
que existieron
solo en tu cabeza.

Y hoy,
que me encuentro
abatido
por tus palabras;
veo amanecer tus ojos a
este nuevo mundo.