Nature Poet

Write a poem of medicine–

Write a poem of song

A poem of those you long for, and

(That wound when you were wronged).

Of the bridges you have burned (and)

The dreams for which you yearn “and”

Of your life and all its lessons

Blessing each one in their turn.

Live in the place where poetry is born.

Poetry is medicine singing–

For both the hopeful and forlorn…

Un convenio jurado con el Dios de La Montaña                                        By  Stephen W Emerick  Translated by Martha Calderon Lahanas

La cordillera central de los Andes del Peru (como toda gran montaña)
Me mantiene despierto hasta la luz del amanecer…
Por lo que es lo más sagrado y está escrito en piedra,
baja desde la cumbre de las montañas…
Escrito está en las tablas de nuestros corazones-
Alrededor del fuego de la noche
Y asi es y asi fue con Moises en la Montaña Horeb, y aqui
Esta noche, durmiendo al pie de Machu Picchu!
Si usted hubiera estado también allá, usted entendería por qué
he jurado un convenio con
el Dios
De la Montaña!
Yo no le daré hospitalidad al miedo
Yo le daré hospedaje a la precaución pero brevemente.
Yo siempre y por una eternidad
Abriré mi corazón en el corazón
del Dios de la montaña!

Sworn Covenant with the God of the Mountain                                        Stephen W Emerick

The Central Andes with the Peruvian cordillera (like all great mountains)

Keeps me awake until morning’s light…

For what is most sacred and is written in stone,

Comes down from the mountain tops…

Writing itself on the tablets of our hearts–

Around the fires of the night…

And so it is and so it was with Moses on

Mount Horeb, and here

Tonight, sleeping at the foot of Machu Picchu!

If you too had been there you would know why

I have sworn a covenant with

The God

Of the Mountain!

 I shall grant no hospitality to fear.

 I shall entertain caution but briefly.

                                                                    I shall always and forever

Open my heart at the hearth

Of the God of the Mountain!

The Central Andes with the

Peruvian cordillera (like all great mountains)

Keeps me awake until morning’s light…

For what is most sacred and is written in stone,

Comes down from the mountain tops…

Writing itself on the tablets of our hearts–

Around the fires of the

night…

And so it is and so it was with Moses on

Mount Horeb, and here

Tonight, sleeping at the foot of Machu Picchu!

Daughter Shawna, Stephen and

don Oscar  Miro-Quesada, NYC 2011

Peruvian Shaman

If you too had been here you would know–

Why I have sworn a covenant

With

The God

Of the Mountain!

I shall grant no hospitality to fear.

I shall entertain caution but briefly.

I shall always and forever

Open my heart at the hearth

Of the God of the Mountain!

With every failure and every fear,
Yet another stone is placed
There upon the growing pile—
High upon the hill.

For far too long
My failures overwhelmed me–
Stones immense and mighty, waiting there,
High upon the hill…

Until the day I learned
To turn my failures
Into faith, and put an
End to hate.

And now I am returning
(wiser for the learning)
To home’s safe
And embracing harbor—

Only to see my failures have borne fruit,
Like fattened grapes
Upon an ancient arbor
As I look high upon the hill.

And failure’s cairn
Now guides me from high upon the hill,
As I sail upon the currents
Of a sea of milk and honey.