A child of eternal journeys

Man, you travelled through time
from here to there
and your horizons cut into your trunk
and through your dry branches
only the night wind blows.

Man, you travelled through time
from there to here,
and your tree intersected your travels
and bore the fruit of eternal journeys. Now from the dormant seed
of your journeys in others
and other’s journeys in you,
a child of eternal journeys grows,
while the trunks of the old are cracking
at the seams of their own singularity.

The day of darkness

The day of darkness is coming,
when you will no longer know who you are,
because you will be frozen in time:
by your birth,
by your loved ones
and by yourself.

But when it dawns,
you will know about yourself
by the opposite.

Have you subtracted the one
you lived as the third, the second and the first
of the circle before you?

Did you bear the cross of your darkness,
to be a light to someone
and he to you a light of light,
a perpetuum-mobile of the eternal opposite?

You do not know
when the heavens and the earth
of the automatic opposite awaken
and cut the world of someone
who was before, before he was,
in two and in three.

The world of predation is coming to a stop

Whether you wanted or not,
were you a prisoner of the pair
just like all of creation,
from midnight to midnight.

But everything that lives is divided by midnight
and on the patches of foreign dependencies
it comes and goes hierarchically
like days and nights.

Only human divides what is divided
and builds his world on his own denial.
But the entire world is mirrored
and there is no brick anymore
if you are not a brick yourself.

And now the world of predation
is becoming more and more stopped day by day.
Only you, who is providing a pair
in the helplessness of your stopped state,
live and will live forever.