The Delight of Knowledge

What is truly mine?
What I hold within or
The pleasure hidden in the dark?

I know what troubles me,
I know what I carry within
And I know I have no enemies.

I know that deep in the soul,
Every wasted crumb
Gathers in everything or almost nothing.

Not as alive as you,
Not as intangible when seen,
Not as open to appear.

Good health we must reap,
No more poisons will make me yield,
And only time can understand all of this.

And until the time of harvest,
Until the last sheep is gathered,
Then time will be able to speak.

Speak that in vain one cannot live,
Speak that longing fades with the appearing,
And what remains is beyond desire.

For desire does not complete,
It is not worth the hour of waiting,
And it only sails within itself.

Ah, my dear ones!
I may expect much from you,
And the Earth may expect much more from us.

Written on: February 10th, 2023

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