Coming Home

By Laura Granada

In this first installment, Laura Granada bares who she is for all to see. She produces a bilingual journey, a reflection of her own spirit, and takes us through a pronouncement of how she views the world through raw lenses without ever losing her appeal to a higher frequency. To live is to love and suffer. It's a beautiful irony.

 

- Rylee Shelton

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura Granada
• Release date: May 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215639672

Book preview

1

COMING HOME

Down the sunlight across the pavement

the leaves of misfortune have fallen out of deserted trees.

There is no second thought,

no pretense,

no deception,

wherever you may go

I will follow, in peace.

As the days of sun surrender

and the glimpses of winter melt in despair

you hold my hand along the steps of pain

and there’s courage and wisdom in making our way,

coming home to the ancient, to the new, to the rain.

How far we have come

should never be the question

in a quest for the meaning

of the instants of pure stillness,

the eyes who behold

true loving presence

are the heirs of a life beyond death,

old age and illness.

Have you guessed what I wished for

on a Tuesday of delight?

Just your breath,

just this touch

and the possibility of light.

2

REGRESANDO A CASA

Bajo la luz del sol a través del pavimento

las hojas de la desgracia han caído de los árboles desiertos.

No hay duda,

sin pretensiones,

sin engaño,

donde quiera que vayas

te seguiré, en paz.

Mientras los días de sol se rinden

y los destellos del invierno se derriten en la desesperación

tomas mi mano a lo largo de los pasos del dolor

y hay coraje y sabiduría en hacer nuestro camino,

volver a casa, a lo antiguo, a lo nuevo, a la lluvia.

Cuán lejos hemos venido

nunca debe ser la pregunta

en una búsqueda del sentido

de los instantes de pura quietud,

los ojos que observan

la verdadera presencia amorosa

son los herederos de una vida más allá de la muerte,

la vejez y la enfermedad.

¿Has adivinado lo que deseé

en un martes de delicia?

Solo tu aliento,

solo tu tacto

y la posibilidad de la luz.

3

MY COMPANION

You and I knew the ropes

before the beginning of times

kindred spirits reunited,

congregated, intertwined

As the eyes and the silences

are your favorite song,

as the whispers and being childish

are the seasoning of choice

We understand each other’s nightmares,

and the boredom and the pain,

we create places of wonder

where no memory decays

For this precious little awe,

as a struggling little sprout,

is my refuge, is my comfort,

is my light within the crowd

my anchor to reality and suffering,

to isolation and distress,

knowing how to bring me back

to the miracle of breath

by just being, by just looking

with a gaze that never ends

not in here,