Naked soul
By, Alfonsina Storni
I am a naked soul in these verses,
A naked soul, anxious and lonely
dropping its scattered blossoms
(Victorian Romantic Tarot)
A soul that resembles a poppy,
That can be a lilly, violet
A rock, a jungle and a wave.
A soul that like the wind wanders restlessly
And shouts it she is over the seas,
And sleeps sweetly in a chasm.
A soul that adores on its altars
Gods who will not climb down to blind it
A soul that knows no wall.
(Vision Quest Tarot)
A sould that easily could rule
Just one heart, if it was willing to split in two
That the blood would sprinkle upon them.
(The Mermaid Tarot)
A soul that in spring
Asks the winter to stay: Come back,
May your snow lay upon my meadows.
(Osho Zen Tarot)
A soul that dissolves when it is snowing
Crying with grief for roses
With which the spring is unfolding us.
(Robin Wood Tarot)
A soul, from which sometimes butterflies spring
Out into the fields, regardless the distances,
And to which it says: Sip the things.
(Osho Zen Tarot)
A soul that knows nothing and that denies everything
And, denying the good advances the good
Because its devotion is biggest in denial.
(Osho Zen Tarot)
A soul that usually enjoys
Stroking souls, contemning the traces,
And to feel a tender touch in the hand.
(Osho Zen Tarot)
A soul that is discordant with itself,
Like the winds wandering, running and turning;
(Vision Quest Tarot)
A soul that bleeds and is ceaselessly delirious
Because it is the boat on the way to the stars.
(Victorian Romantic Tarot)
