Lake
of the Crossing Snakes
of Hermes and Mercury,
The Stars are reflected
like pieces of jewelry
on the blue crystal water.
The sacred weeds of
yellow and purple and
pink flowers,
wild ones indeed,
fall like towers
in the shore´s sand,
And your Spirit watches
your simple flesh
feeling at home
for the first time in years.
The Moon lets the
white and green
clouds pass by,
and an orange halo
sends its fertilizing rays
on the sleeping land.
Your Inner Forces wake up!
And
The Voice of God,
reflected on the Lake
of the Crossing Snakes
becomes
YOU.

Written on November 16, 1992, in Panama City, Panama.