A New Dawn
Silent rain on silent seeds
Is waking up once silent needs:
In each of us, deep in our hearts,
Is where the silent growing starts.
When we have had enough of things,
A deeper yearning in us stings,
And as our pain moves tears to flow,
This very rain makes new things grow.
Out of the ground where we’d felt lost,
Among the hopes that we had tossed,
Where old roots wind a worn-out course,
New growths reach out from some new source.
Then slowly we begin to feel,
As leaves turned toward the sky implore,
A sun is shining now for real
That we had only dreamt before.
“You’re trading your whole life for this,” it said,
Some steady voice inside my head,
“And what you do is what it’s worth.
Your dreams will be returned to Earth
Regardless of the things you choose
Or things you gain or things you lose,
For death will take it all away,
And you’ll be nothing soon one day.”
It’s hard to live too carefully:
Fulfilling needs can feel petty
With this strange voice inside my head
Reminding me that I’ll be dead.
It makes it all seem fake, a lie.
Why should I care? Why should I try
When death will take it all away
And I’ll be nothing soon one day?
“Try to look past what you see,”
It says. “Don’t live life so narrowly.
Life and death serve to remind
Of something else that you must find:
A deeper, richer, silent base
Where life and death don’t have a place.
And when you learn to live from there,
Alive or dead, why should you care?”
It feels I walk this earth in dreams.
My bones are fragile, so it seems.
But there’s a force that flows through me,
In bones and dreams, forever free.
It’s really not much price to pay
That death will take it all away –
All the pain and lies and gray –
For love to stand alone one day.
And Soul Remains
Like some great ocean that I swim,
There is a power that I reap:
Something eternal deep within
That I partake of when I sleep.
Nearer than my beating heart,
Closer than my silent pleas,
Lies in me this unseen part,
Because it is the thing that sees.
This ancient home beyond my mind,
From whence all of my callings drift –
Nor harsh nor sweet nor cruel nor kind –
Awaits the lie called me to lift.
Still and silent, patiently,
Watching all the things I do,
It swallows all that I call me,
And sole remains when me is through.
Every Face Tells a Story
Every face tells a story:
Sad to be alive
Or living in glory;
Struggling to survive
Or living without worry;
Wanting to consume more and more and more
Or moving through life eager to learn and explore.
Football is a game of inches.
Basketball's a game of angles.
Some faces say that their life pinches.
Some faces say that they are angels.
Do you prefer to live in fear
And wear a face without much cheer
Or would you rather see through the gray
And wear your face a more cheerful way?
And not using your brain to its full capacity
Reflects on your face as a lack of curiosity.
Yes, every face tells a story:
Between feeling distraught about why you're here
And living peacefully without worry;
Between living in a constant state of fear
And living in a constant state of glory.
So what's your face say? What's your story?
Are you living in fear or living in glory?
No Truer Words Were Ever Spoken
The heart is an egg and it's meant to be broken.
No greater truth has ever been spoken.
Tragedy makes the shell weaker and worn
To allow what's inside of our hearts to be born.
"But what is born?" you might ask.
Well, what's beneath and beyond our mask.
"But what's our mask?" you will plea.
Well, it's our ego, which lives fearfully.
The ego wants and needs and fears.
It gives us a voice to express our cheers,
But what it wants is never enough:
What can't kill fear is worthless stuff.
And so we settle for living with fear,
But that can't make us happy here.
Then our hearts lead us on with a specific notion:
A deeper yearning for a fulfilling devotion.
So we allow our hearts to lead us on
In the hopes that our empty feeling will be gone,
But we don't know that our hearts are made for breaking
So that what's inside of them can start its waking.
Expectations not coming through
Can make us feel deeply sad and blue.
And once we feel our lives falling apart
That makes way for a broken heart.
When we feel everything coming to an end –
All the pleasure and all the winning –
We'll realize it's not something we ourselves can mend,
And that will be a new beginning!
Then we'll cry out for HELP and say:
"Hello Eternal Loving Presence.
Please show me the way."
And we'll humbly surrender to God's guiding essence.
After our heart breaks and our ego is dead,
We will finally feel what it means to be free:
We will no longer be living inside our head,
And what our heart birthed will taste of eternity.
That is what is meant to be,
And that is why our hearts must be broken.
What we want most is to be set free.
No truer words were ever spoken.
Consider Jesus Christ and the way that he died.
This is the GREAT TRUTH Jesus knew very well.
Jesus rose to Heaven only after being crucified.
You see, THE ROAD TO HEAVEN GOES THROUGH HELL.
In this collection of poems and musings, most of which were written over a fourteen-month period, León shares a variety of poems, each of which rises and falls with the ecstasy and heartbreak of being alive. Within diverse lyrical verse, León explores the thrill of passion, the pain of unrequited love, the mystery of death, and the mind of God. Infused with a sincere intensity, his poems, like humanity, strive to transcend their form, igniting inspiration and delight within the minds of anyone searching for answers amid the complexities of life.
About the Author
Rodolfo "David" León never intended to become a poet, but after feeling the pain of unrequited love, he began exploring the depths within himself, and all of us, through lyrical verse in order to "scratch with words in places fingers cannot go", as he says in one of his poems. He currently resides in Miami Beach. Prayers for a New Millennium is his first book of poems.