I am let loose of normality:
Like Columbus, l face a sea of fire
In the clouds and sky: a massive scale
And power is America.
Flor de naranja, orange joy!
Flower of temptation, sucking desire
For your juices, lending power
To my vara sonajera, Pene del Sol,
Creative torrent, obsession for sex
Of the shaman, power of the sun
To penetrate the female, the supernatural world;
Unleash knowledge, imagine myths,
Be vehicle and vesicle for immense powers
Of spirit and art, like the search to vagina,
Obsession for the female, in the artist shaman.
Weld your sadness into some deep harmony,
Kake your inner spaces of sea and cave
lnto myths glorious as martyrdoms,
Turn the wild wolf in your howling forest
lnto the cry of droning waves
In the oceans of your ecstasy.
As if on the brink of a huge mountain peak
Viewing over vast Amazonian sights,
Western Civilization‘s mighty curse
Folds inexorably over all untamed land -
A dragon breathing its evil fire, blind
To what it burns up, destroys,
Or transmutes to mediocrity. Blundering
And violent, it stamps on precious eggs unaware of the life
It has put out - unaware of the terror it makes
For the birds, insects, grubs, jaguars,
Dreaming primaeval eternity in otherworldly forest,
Drowned in unconsciousness and timelessness;
But the dragon knows Time, if little else,
And sows its poison of guilt, theft, and shame.
Without such power, no love would be -
Without your beauty, your sacred mind,
Your spirit as a torrent from the core of love,
Your truth that flows from the glorious lake
At the centre of the universe, clasped in soft
Sweetness: from you, energy and power
Of depth and survival pour and pour.
I thought l flew to the very heights
The shaman‘s realm of celestial flight
Where tragedy intense raced my veins
And I met psychic love there
Sea of fire exploding
Of some deep yearning
Burning so hard within the brain
There are those who tread the path
Of danger, though in secrecy;
They are redeemed, though they flaunt
The holy light, rail against bars
Of reality, flail against normality,
Walk on the edge of visionary bliss.
I can look into the very interior of air
Where from a realm of night, flames burst out
Turning my pen to fire, as in a shaman‘s hut
Visions burst in colour from the night.
There is a story to be narrated:
How in the beginning the celestial stars
Were brought down to earth by poets of power
So that human beings could learn to see
The real behind appearances, the reasons for events -
Could explore their souls in natures´s forces.
Thus I pursue to the omega and alpha,
The archetypal flight and creative vision
Of mankind - fire-maker, jaguar,
Creator of poetry and planter of sperm.
How beautiful is the night:
The night is sweet and warm
As I think of you, and let music
Of memory appear.
Darkness in the night
Baying hounds in the mind
Shaman changing to jaguar
Not altering culture or psyche
Going beyond society
Entering nature and supernature –
No comparisons can be
With values of other humanity
In your thighs of bliss l pump
Into labia I shoot
lnto soft warm paradise
I lose my mind,
Of bodies in equinox.
When the time comes for Peru‘s “development”,
When goats will no longer nibble grass on the motor-way in the centre of Lima,
When passengers will no longer be taken on a tricicleto in Pucallpa
Along the battered streets, bananas piled by the way,
Girls with smiles exploding in the sun,
When everything will no longer be totally unpredictable,
Making love to the girls being a mixture of heaven and hell,
Then will something have left the grand fantasy of mankind,
And the world will be a little sadder.
Ah, Liliana, did l deceive you —
Did l not keep a burning fire
Under the surface in caverns of the mind
For you, where nothing is clear,
Where depths of ocean rage and roar
Below airs where the sun pounds and pours
And where winds blow sweet perfumes, soft
As a spirit pure, bereft of power
From machines‘ desire, mad intoxications -
Jungle heat and wild explosions —
Ah, Liliana, my mermaid dream,
Whore of the mountains and tyrants‘ realm,
Under the surface of extreme fires
l kept a cave for you.
When l see in your face of stars
And l dream the vision from mud
Ah, I remember the struggle, suffering,
To reach the smile of peace.
Peru is when the sunset comes
Makes dark in a dusty bustling town
Chickens, shouts, loud motors
Strangely still as dusk comes
ln a café
With sopa de gallina.
Outside on the other street gather
Las chicas for the night's game,
Waiting by the trees, mixed smells
Gathering and floating like evening dreams.
Amid all the idle philosophies of the world,
The twists and turns of power,
You give some soul and body-weary fools
A glimpse of paradise.
Those who take the reddest flowers
Can get stung - the journey is dangerous
To beauty, lying in wait are mouths
Hungry and biting that know to deceive.
This you must accept as you learn wisdom -
Caution must be balanced with giving in
To the lure of adventure, practical mastery
Of life must be blended with vision, whose object
Is unpredictable, shifting, like a dancer with a thousand veils
Who confuses the mind in plenitude.
Fevered I walk among high clouds
In flaming robes
Who is the king and who the clown
Like wool before a blazing fire
Is a person´s being -
Ready to burst into crazy love
For eyes fuelled by crazy desires
All women in the world look like whores,
Hanging at doors, leaning in the street,
Tempting into their dark wet danger,
Pouting, protruding breasts and buttocks,
Luring intrusion into caves of mystery,
Stars that conceal as they excite,
Signs, constellations auguring bliss or chaos;
Drugs that stir sleeping waters
lnto currents and flames of disorder.
As you sleep your sleep in gold beds,
As the blood of the dead and starving courses your brain,
Are your dreams of the misery your trading feeds
Upon, or are they of islands and palm trees
ln bliss, bikinis and expensive beauty
In the cream of the world, that feeds from
The earth and bones of humanity?
After all this catastrophe
Whence comes redemption
Incendiary of the soul
White light blazing love
Brother/sister to brother
Liquidation of poverty
Explosive end to prison
Friendship universal, why not why not?
Magenta eyes of a pretty girl
Fruits of the Amazon
Ayahuasca in the jungle
Truth in the sunshine
Joy in making love
Beauty in conversation
Love and power in all art
Satisfaction in work
Achievement in challenge
Long drink after exhaustion
Good ideas from philosophers
Fantasies from fantasizers
Poetry from poets
Visions with shamans
Fables from storytellers
Jokes from the trickster
Laughter with friendship
Intoxication with alcohol
Explosion of oneness
In the power of the world.
How are your dreams, my sweet boy,
How are your dreams tonight?
The jungle sounds are playing games
With me, all round, tonight.
O are there flames, my darling boy,
Are there flames in your sleep tonight?
Don't cry my little love, don't cry,
Just turn to your sweet mama.
All death and love can merge in you
All sweetness lies within your skin
You make my dreams return to you
The night walks in your loveliness
Warmth that puts the body through its paces
Warmth that makes the body feel
Warm wool waiting to burn
Flight to the outer realms of imagination
To meet the jaguar, ancestors, plant spirits,
To join the stars in the highest intensity
Of special-coloured Ayahuasca.
You pay una chica, you fly to heaven
You take Ayahuasca, and you go there too
All the world is there for the wanderer, searcher
Though you fall hard down if you lose the balance
Of generous trickster with innocent.
To be a poet means to fly
To the unknown sky like a visionary eagle,
Swoop alone and collect the fruits
To plunge blood in the underseas
Where darkness reigns, and then persist
In higher flight until you learn
Immortality from wise spirits
Who dwell with the stars in the sky.
Enter this life as if your spirit were great,
Throw your heart on fire into the sea of love;
Gather with your dreams the perfumes of gigantic flowers,
Let your visions spill as the music from Mozart's piano.
Have no fear of death, let no man be an enemy,
Unsheathe your sword only to take a next vital step on your path,
Gaze upon the wondrous faces of women's beauty
And love their wisdom, warmth, their protective flowers of love
And love them with all the liquid flame in your body
Streaming like insane rivers of wild colour
So to discover whatever wisdom there is in books
And whatever joy without evil there might be in classrooms.
Enter the world as if it were a jungle of delicious fruit,
Let your visions burst and roll in primaeval profusion.
Be not deceived by illusory fear
Nor the Emperor's clothes of authority,
Nor the scramble for status, power, awe, or reputation;—
But any fame that comes due to the beauty of your songs
Enjoy, and influence - if you can,
Those who hear to embrace their freedom.
Let that wild beauty come again
l cannot get enough of it
Let that incantation to the sun
Give to downpours of holy light
Let joy as honey burst in flames
Flaring up my heart to happiness
ln the world go on fire in excess
Let its heart erupt in halos
Let the world burst in revolution
Global explosion of kings and warriors
Bust open the System
Change with Light
End malevolent Power
All kinds of lousy power
Reconstruct the world
In beauty and sanity
Though death has stalked me like an evil demon
I can fight, l will survive.
The prong in the jungle rose will not
Dismiss me from the battle.
Fucking hard it is to be
With this vision of absolute beauty
I take my leave of Peru
l do not like Peru
I am in love with her again
A bird in the air
Is this aeroplane
A shaman as eagle
Is the dream
Never coming to end
As long as we are here
The flames of vision are burning