To Natem, by Mauricio Auvet

I feel the power of the Earth

Oh medicine, I can feel you

Oh medicine, I beg you, I pray to you:

Heal my soul, heal my body!

Hold me during this cold night, full of anguish and fear

Guide each of my steps down the path of mystery

Help me to cross the threshold of the Supreme.

Courage lies in the will

The self is my discomfort

The self consumes my Being

reflecting dark shadows

Blindfolded eyes glimpse the darkness

So much life confused and overwhelmed!

It's time to overcome the resistances.

At the moment of my death

The doors of heaven open in my chest

Compassion, Love, Beauty

My soul, that enjoys and remembers

Ecstasy vibrates in a spiral

United to the sacred,

my being expands before such clarity

I'm not just a man, I'm all men

I am a flowery field, flooded with sun

I am a river and I am a heaven

I am the dawn and the sunset

I am the magic of all that power

The power of forgiveness

Tenderness of Mother Earth

Mercy and Wisdom

Oceans of tears to wash away my grief

Fire breathes the wind

Birds, ecstatic, sing to the dawn

Where was I going around?

Trees have a good flavor

No time, no space

Infinity has been manifested

I have contemplated what I really am

All that will soon be forgotten

I have traveled the distance from Man to Truth

The revelation in a walk through eternity

How to explain if I cannot reason?

It's time for buds, Poetry: our adventure starts here

Then, next to the tree and the moon,

I will learn to remain silent.

Words to Arutam Ruymán, Buenos Aires 2017

A words of affection towards Arutam Ruymán, inspired by the end of year ceremonies in Buenos Aires. By Mauricio Auvet:

In the last thrust of time,

right at the point where dreams hurt

with the soul full of sorrow and bitterness,

the wounds throb as your singing is heard.

You, who learned the wisdom of our ancestors;

You, who was blessed by the Great Spirit,

help me remember;

You, the one who cares and transmits the sacred touch,

save me from darkness.

Your song brings back memories of the world;

your art unties the time between the sounds and the omens.

My heart listens

death and life,

fear and love,

transforming sorrows, healing wounds.

Uwishin,

You reveal the Great Secret.

Medicine works in my body,

inebriated,

I'm flying with wings of tenderness,

I abandon reasoning to reach this understanding

My soul vibrates as it heals my body.

The smell of incense prevails

in the vagueness of bodies lying in trance.

I am part of the whole,

the ego dissolves.

The night dies, the day is born.

The shadows fall and the warrior awakens

under the spell of your sweet flute as beauty is unveiled.

The sound of the wind makes my soul bloom.

From your hand I meet my grandfather Tobacco,

I am overflowing with freshness

and drink the blood of Arutam.

Teach me, oh Master!

your wisdom.

I honor this wonderful experience with all due solemnity,

with respect and love, I take care of my feeling.

Infinite is my gratitude

 to your will, to your work.

Thank you for the ceremony,

thank you for teaching me how to be Human.

The sacred feeling of Tobacco

Sacred feeling

you draw yourself in the Tobacco leaf.

You move the night to make her cry

as wet teardrops in my bowl of mud

Wet tears burning...

Just like the deepest and iciest night,

return in the tepid light and chant,

the deep blackness of your damp lament

turn on the Spirit of the man who breathes you.

What a fortune to hold the world in my hand.

Black night, you breathe and whistle twinkling

on the murmuring riverbank.

You drain in the black tears of anaconda,

which my grandparents learned to pick up

and take its content ... to the heart.

Thus, they were able to remember, they could understand…

Just by feeling you,

they were caressed by the breeze of instinct

and the night moaned as the panther's skin

woke up screaming,

letting out the bright tip

of its star silver claws.

Oh Arutam!

Your sacred presence dwells in all things,

You are the light, the water, the earth.

Your delightful feeling is the crystal of Perfection

infinitely imbued with his own grace.

That feeling contains everything,

while it beats in our heart

and it screams in its ancestral chant.

A call to life that cries in those who come

as soon as they open their eyes to the world.

You are the union of the three times

in an eternal, perfect and blessed present.

You always run,

but while I pray with my Tobacco,

I overflow the channels of your river

making the heavens cry.

Thus, the sorcerer cries over you to show

that Life is within us

waiting for its chance to sprout;

to delight us in its peace, in its perfect bliss;

to heal us.

Sacred feeling,

you draw yourself in the Tobacco leaf.

You move the night and you make her cry

as dark teardrops in my bowl of mud.

Moist tears burning...

Just like the deepest and iciest night,

return in the tepid light and your chant,

the deep blackness of your damp lament

turn on the Spirit of the man who breathes in you.

Affectionately

Arutam Ruymán