Category Archives: Photography

A Riot of Petals

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L1050746There are those who claim that miracles do not exist,
That there is only science,
And facts that are palpable;
What can be measured and quantified.

And what of the magic behind the science?
What of the alchemy that nourishes the atom?
What of the energy fields that dodge, and side step the experts,
That Impulse still unknown by science,
That generates the phenomenon of life?

A single flower is born and expands,
Following the path of the universe,
It springs forth and multiplies into petit flowers.
Like stars and galaxies in the infinite night sky;
A universe that bloomed one good day,
And now it expands in time and space.

And what of the universe contained in that flower?
What of the miracle that produced such a wonder?
What of the prodigy that brings us such beauty?

The universe is a canticle to the miraculous,
A visual spectacle for those who stop,
And look, and see the miracle,
They who breathe the miracle,
And they who live the miracle.

A flower intones its song,
A riot of petals emanating praises.
In a gesture of spherical euphoria,
They extend into the Imperishable;
And yet the blind insist:
There are no miracles …

Wilfredo Benitez
July 24, 2017

El Eco Que Salpica en la Niebla

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ELNDB 8 copy

¿Cuál es ese caminar en búsqueda de Aquel,
Que se oculta en la Niebla?
¿Cuál es ese caminar cuando se escucha su Voz
En el susurro del Viento suave y húmedo,
Queriendo compartir su Secreto?

Caminar del caminar siguiendo el murmullo,
Buscando vislumbrar un anticipo con lo Eterno,
La magnificencia del latir que crea el universo.

Caminar del caminar con la certeza de que ahí en la bruma,
Descansa el misterio que no se deja ver,
Su desnudez seria para nosotros, los mortales, la muerte…

Aún así, Caminamos,
Buscando alcanzar esa chispa Divina,
Aliento que nos impulsa aumentando la sed,
Aún en la fresca nube
Que penetra hasta el alma.

Atravesamos el sendero,
El caminar del vivir,
Siguiendo el Eco que salpica en la niebla;
El incesante Eco que nos llama y nos llama,
Y nuestro ser alborotado en la concordia de su llamado,
Lo ve, aún en lo que permanece oculto, Lo ve,
Aún en nuestra mortalidad limitada, lo ve. Aleluya…

9 de Mayo, 2017

Requiem for a Bridge, Photographs at the Focal Point Gallery

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From my series: “Requiem for a Bridge”. I’m going big, 24X30 Canvas Size Giclee Photographs. I will be showing these two Black & White pieces at the Artists Choice exhibit next month (Focal Point Gallery on City Island). Please join me for the opening reception, Friday March 3rd. at 7:00PM. 321 City Island Ave, the Bronx. Bring your checkbook, cash, or credit card, or just drop in for the free wine. requiem-for-a-bridge-5-copy requiem-for-a-bridge-4-copy

When Stillness Emerges

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When stillness emerges
A universe opens
The inward gaze becomes witness
To an ocean of movement
Pulsating, vibrating
Enticing the soul to plunge in,
And surrender to its depth and beauty.

The Buddha turns his gaze inward,
Jesus cries Abba,
Rumi dances in spirals of ecstatic LOVE,
And poets everywhere
Become the prisoners of boundless Adoration.

Where does loneliness dwell when there is solitude?
What power of LOVE ignites the blaze in darkness?
What does a flame dancing in stillness reveal?

Slowly the mystery unravels,
Each time revealing just another enticing foretaste,
Of a horizon bursting with boundless layers of light within.
Each time pulling us into the deepest LOVE,
Each time tugging us into irresistible LOVE,
Each time revealing that there is only LOVE.

©Wilfredo Benitez
May 16, 2016

Cada Día Que Pasa

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Cada dia que pasa
Veo el milagro de Dios en todo;
Y cada día que vivo,
Quedo desconcertado
No entendiendo el por qué,
Al caminar por un milagro,
Los que me rodean
Marchan en absoluta ceguera del milagro.

Me rodea un torbellino de prisa,
Un corre corre ansioso sin rumbo
Masas de carne y hueso,
Que se mueven de un lugar al otro
Sin destino, sin rumbo, sin vida;
Sus pasos camino a la sobrevivencia que ahoga;
¿Por qué?

En medio de todo
Percibo la sublime soberanía
Situada en todo;
Diviso la danza de cada átomo
Nutrido por el milagro que nos rodea.

¿Por qué rehúsan doblar la rodilla
Y rendir honor y reverencia?
¿Por qué insisten,
En comer del árbol prohibido,
Y quedar esclavos del dolor y el sufrimiento?
¿Qué locura es esta?

Cada día que pasa
Veo el milagro de Dios en todo,
Y mi ser desmaya.
¿Hasta cuando Dios mío?
¿Hasta cuando la locura,
De vivir en el mundo
De los ciegos a tu belleza?

Wilfredo Benítez
24 de Mayo, 2016

Little Angels Dance in Your Heart

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There is a dance of little angels
That hear the song of God
And they’ve discovered a grand space
In the beating heart.

There in that place,
In-between the eternal spaces of every beat,
They make their dance,
In exaltation of the Most High.

The currents that run through that place
Carry the Breeze of God
That we call Spirit…

Holy Spirit
Ruach
Pneuma
Wind
Life
Breath of Life
The name of God
Yah… …weh!

With every inhalation
The dance continues;
With every exhalation
The dance expands,
And the streams of Love
Disperse and travel
Through the entire body of a mortal soul,
And the earthly touches the infinite.

O mortal friend,
Do you not
hear the song of God between the heart beats?
Can you not sense the feet of little angels in their dance,
There in the infinite spaces of your heart?

O mortal friend,
Didn’t you know that there in your heart,
Can be found the salons
Where little angels congregate?
There is a great feast of adoration,
With every beat of the heart,
O friend
How long will you remain outside?

©Wilfredo Benitez
Feast Day of Saint Mark the Evangelist
April 25th, 2016