A Pile of Humus

Picking up the remains

Jesus Jordan Parra
Know Thyself, Heal Thyself
2 min readJun 23, 2024


Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash

Days go by
Yesterday was a full moon
Although the calendars say, it’s today.
We’ll see…

Feelings are mixed up.
Although they are kept contained
By the force of the moon
That stirs them up but doesn’t let them;

After a rain of ash
After a storm, the total of noise
Calm wants to be present
And the sprouts to sprout.

These are moments of happy memories.
These are moments of recovering that which was beautiful
That was forgotten, that was banished,
Without knowing why.

Because life takes us wrapped up
In our own particular River
That would like to be constant and regular
But that could be anything
Without knowing why.

Because day-to-day life eats us up
Because every day we travel a little bit
To perhaps move further away
To return again to a new beginning.



Jesus Jordan Parra
Know Thyself, Heal Thyself

Writer of essays, poetry, stories. Studious of the ancestral Traditions. I am also a student of the etymologies of words.