Sheet Metal Angel with small Bird
and Three Flowers
Has My Heart Gone To Sleep?
by Antonio Machado
Has my heart gone to sleep?
Have the beehives of my dreams
stopped working, the waterwheel
of the mind run dry,
scoops turning empty,
only shadow inside?
No, my heart is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
Not asleep, not dreaming—
its eyes are opened wide
watching distant signals, listening
on the rim of vast silence.
Small pen drawing from my silent retreat.
Everywhere the deer came,
like a hidden part of my self,
like the beginning of a prayer.
I have been making a silent retreat for several years now,
sometimes once, sometimes twice a year
to immerse myself in silence to listen to
the still voice within.
slowly, slowly I bring less and less with me
for I am finding it is all a distraction.
My wish for the New Year is
to recognize my need for outer distractions and slowly
find my way back to
from where the deer come.