Los Dos Mundos
The world in which I’ve grown from dust
The place I’ll never have enough
My feet on heavy grounds are mounted
Day by night by day is counted
Fleeting things catch my attention
So what is real? Where’s my discretion?
Brought here, born for bless-ed reasons
I seek the chance to clearly see them
As my body walks in restless wanting
Love and Hate are wolves within me
The one I feed will surely thrive
But in this human spirit, both are kept alive
The world I see through clearest crystal
The place I see what is truly beautiful
My head can rest in hopefulness
I can give what I have, because I’ve been blessed
And a joy so complete sustains my appetite
For the meaning of things and the reason I have life
