WHITE
In a white house,
white within,
white without.
In the purity
of the air.
Air.
Light.
Pure.
Delicate,
transparent
crystal windows,
a heart in stillness.
In translucent waves.
In the silver of life,
in that living place,
so white,
it dazzles,
in silence,
so simple,
like white itself.
The whiteness that unfolds
the absence of malice,
in the purity of being a child.
In a house that is white,
white like the heart
that needs no adornment.
In the simplicity of being,
in a white moment.
Flashes of light
in life,
shining.
White,
pure.
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BLANCO
En una casa blanca,
blanca por dentro,
por fuera blanca.
En la pureza
del aire.
Aire.
Luz.
Puro.
Delicada,
transparentes
ventanas de cristal,
corazón en la quietud.
En ondas translúcidas.
En la plata de la vida,
en ese lugar vivo,
tan blanco,
deslumbra,
en silencio,
tan sencillo
como el blanco.
La blancura que extiende
la ausencia de la malicia,
en la pureza de ser niño.
En una casa que es blanca,
blanca como el corazón
que no necesita adornos.
En la sencillez del ser,
en un momento blanco.
Destellos de luz
en la vida,
brillando.
Blanco,
puro.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments3
I'm not sure if all white houses is pure?
My home truly is pure; plus, it literally has white walls both on the interior and exterior. Thanks a lot for the comment.
What I take from this is childhood innocence that sometimes extends beyond years we are in a white house where all is clean. The implication is that as we grow older this changes and our house is dirtied with grays, browns and even black. Such a beautiful picture from a child's eyes.
built my house white; I’ve always loved white for its cleanliness and its symbolism of purity.
Thank you so much for stopping by my poems.
There is no better color than white to go with anything inside or outside but it is hard to keep clean. You are most welcome Carlos Alberto
Carlos, this is a beautiful meditation on purity and stillness…the repetition of white creating a space of quiet clarity. I especially loved the movement toward the innocence of childhood and the simple heart that needs no adornment. A gentle and reflective poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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