The visions of Pablo Amaringo
transport us to magical wonderlands
it's like oil & water had amazing-
hypnotic properties and-I-expands.
Ayahuasca art resonates with me.
But it's short-lived, too hectic for my pleasure.
Like some hallucinogenic sari,
the "real beauty lies" within its nectar.
That went about healing the painter's soul.
For me, there is a stiller-reflection
in those water lilies - powers - enthral.
Monet canvases each flower-a-brethren.
Each blue eggshell brush-stroke heals like a balm;
such are the properties of great artists.
That they can find within to such aplomb,
a composure arriving, some solace-
they've got this almost restorative knack-
of lifting our tired, beleaguered spirits
the poet, speaking tongues elegiac;
doesn't he do the same - sweet and viscous?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem