Loose Verses to the Wind

I began an event

with this pencil,

I wrote my testament.

I saw the saint bow down

and the evil drawback,

but I cannot come close.

I went calmly,

arriving with the medal

and the spark burning

throughout the night.

I traced a path

between light and darkness,

where shadow is a mirror

and the word, a prayer.

But when I touched the invisible,

silence drowned me.

I unveiled the unknowable,

and I did not lose who I am.

I continue describing

what still burns within me,

sailing between worlds

of mystery and Truth.

Upon returning

from youth,

I will reach the fulfillment

as I bid farewell to vanity.

Seeing my world

through my own vision,

sealing this event

as I hear the chords of Union.

Don’t shout from afar,

but listen to me closely.

Because I see in your hands

the cure and your remedy.

For I cast my verses

to the wind,

and time revealed to me

the open game,

a forgotten proof of love.

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