• Two Poems


    My Eyes Are Sleepy

    My eyes are sleepy
    But my spirit is so much awake.
    Let my eyes close their eyelids
    Let the eyes of my spirit open.

    I say to my mortal eyes

    ‘Okay, rest now, sleep now, eyes.’

    But my spirit is so awake
    So let my spirit use its own eyes.

    This poet thing
    It is a delight.
    The poet sees eternity and yet returns
    To his mortal condition again and again
    Subject to the influences of mortality.

    The poet has such a giant ego to slay
    That makes it more difficult to become a poet
    And enlightened at the same time.

    Yet a poet already enlightened
    And when his destination
    Finally arrives at the truth
    He readily reports everything
    Back to humanity
    No longer as a poet though
    But as a prophet
    A seer of the truth.

    Alas! My poem is memorized drinking water
    It has ceased to be just sonic display.

    Meaning becomes always new
    It has ceased to be static.


    The poem
    That is
    Memorized water.



    The meaning
    That is new.

    It has ceased to become
    A playground for the ego
    Now it is prophecy.

    It is transcendent poetry.
    And now
    It is the lotus flower.

    It is pure metaphor
    And now
    It makes subject matter
    It makes destination
    Arrive at the meaning.

    There is something about you
    That is akin to a flower.
    There is a seed in you
    That is becoming a flower.

    Close your eyes
    As I close mine
    Now let us see each other
    Really see each other.

    Be pure

    For once we are seeing
    Each other.
    For once we are breathing
    The same sweet air.


    You are

    We are

    * * *

    Follow the Ant

    I welcome difficulties with open heart
    They are challenges that open my closed mind
    They are keys that unlock my potential
    They are obstacles that humble the self.

    Difficulties cannot obliterate me
    On the contrary
    They confirm my existence
    They confirm my relationship with life
    They affirm life’s faith in me
    They shape me
    To have faith in life.

    I realize my voice comes
    From my weaknesses
    Not from my strength
    Realization dawns
    On such acceptance
    It should not be bitter
    But sweet
    Since mortality is sweet
    Acceptance of one’s mortality
    Is actually sweet
    The ant knows that
    Even with its tiny skull it knows
    For nature knows
    She flows into every living thing
    With this knowledge.

    The ant follows sweetness
    Not bitterness
    Even with its tiny skull it knows
    For the entire wisdom of nature
    Is also in the tiny ant.

    How is it that the ant knows
    But some people don’t?
    Nature has no ego
    For among all the creatures
    Beneath the sky
    Only humans have ego
    And ego is such
    A tricky companion.

    Edwin M. Cordevilla


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