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PODCAST INTERVIEW: ALEJANDRA WARDEN and Her New Book: REMEMBRANCE
The Place where I Come from
by Alejandra Warden
I come from warm green valleys and cool naked hills.
I come from unfinished shadows,
From desert sharp plants,
From land of donkeys and mountain lions.
I come from relaxed siesta times from two to five,
And from full moons and from full suns.
I come from meadows of chamomile,
from Mondays of rain, Tuesdays of baking,
and Friday night Fiestas.
I come from the Eternal.
I come from the Sierras.
I come from here and from this.
I come from there and from that.
I come from coming, and from singing
And from leaving all behind me.
From leaving homes, friends, and jobs,
teachers and workers, students and parents.
I come from leaving behind
the soil that saw me sprout once.
I come from detachment.
I come from tears,
I come from hugs,
I come from love.
I come from circle dances full of wide black skirts and blouses.
I come from Samba,
from beating drums at the sound of the heart.
I come beats the drum.
I come beats the heart.
I come, I come, I come, beats the drum.
I come from rhythms.
I come in cycles.
I come from balance.
I come from silence.
I come from the east and from the west.
I dance one day and stand the next.
I come from the noun and from the verb.
I come from the first primordial words:
Life Be, so that Life is.
I come from the basic.
I come from the voice and from the song.
I come from the breath.
I come from the center.
I come from emptiness.
I come from the heat of the flame,
from the freshness of the breeze,
from the wetness of the rain,
from the sun’s radiance and the moon’s reflection.
I come from the origin and its originator.
I am its creation.
I come form the idea, the thought, and the intention.
I come from meaning.
I come from the womb:
cosmic container, celestial shaker.
I come from binding:
from the joining of celestial floating particles.
I come with shape and yet I’m shapeless.
I come in body.
I come in soul.
I come in hands,
trying to embrace, trying to serve, trying to bless.
I come from surrender.
I come from the Earth and from the Sun,
And from the loving morning star.
I come from the roots and from the leaves,
from above and underneath.
I come from the attraction of life and form.
I come from within.
I come from the Whole.
I come from the One, then from the Two,
and I am the three.
I come from inside,
because outside does not exist.
I am the northern white mountain wolf.
During the day I live in packs, feed and survive.
And every night I haul my longing
to the moon and to the sky.
I am the dream that someone dreamt once.
I am the smoke of a native pipe.
I’m the still point in the middle of the sphere and from there I whisper…
I am the voice of silence and the light of darkness.
I come from the eye of the tornado and the mouth of the volcano.
I come from the embrace that two grey clouds
gave to each other on one stormy day.
I am the thunder and I am the ray.
And I am more!
I am the clouds.
I am the air.
I am the rain
and the sun shining, everywhere.
I am the space.
I am the Earth.
And I am more!
For I am All!
And yet I’m nothing,
Nothing at all.
I’m just a tiny little drop.
I am of God.
I come from the place that no one can touch, nor see, nor smell.
I come from the place that no one can name.
I come from the center.
I come the heart.
I come from the essence.