Born from darkness, in light of the first day: a desire begins, in the remote silence.
Now and always shines majestic life, death dies majestic,
Dancing Lovers, synergy between silence and twilight.
I was a fish both in father and mother, a twin fish, twin fisher.
I dived into ground, overflowing with emotion pure and sincere.
And so begins the smells, tastes, textures, sights, hot flashes and so much more.
Nuances that express the spheres of life: elliptic dancing in curved space-time.
Switch of severities, from severe to acute, from slow to fast, the equation highlighted.
The smell of wet grass and weeds rising smell memories from my youth.
So many desires of new passions, from dark the flower buds and sources that gushes spring.
Threshold of nurturing earth Continuity.
It´s this single essence that you roles now, in these words that looks you, and observes.
As books delivers you essence, transcendent objects,
Where I knew my teacher, and the great masters.
For great are that that guides us and orientate, walking ahead,
From sweat and shade we see in the silhouette of the entire universe.
Aurora of my life in so many waves of being, now particles of myself.
There is Daisaku Ikeda, still a young man, walking at night.
Behold him finds the master of his life, and sings the song:
“Ó traveler, from where are you coming? And to where are you going?
The moon descends into chaos in the daybreak, but I keep walking before the sunrise, in search of light.
In the desire to sweep away the darkness of my soul, the great tree I seek,
That never shocks it in the fury of the storm.
In this ideal meeting, it’s me who comes from the earth!”
There’s Walt Whitman, the north giant, growing as grass in the summer afternoon.
Trance night in the dark I bake oven, the bread of the word.
By daybreak, silent embraces desire, eyes dumb as mouths.
Here, the visible kiss the invisible , so real, consuming it, becoming invisible.
To consummate itself in flame, kiss the delivery, diving in the warm waters of Eros,
Flowing till the ice of death, Thanatos, winter of life.
And so I read the masters and I found myself: I get out of the darkness, from the cave of puppets,
The day ups me, and blind I read books with fingers and ears, transcendent objects.
Sun, dear star, gift of our eternity distant: the metamorphosis of a hole, black possibilities.
Fuel of the cosmos is the same in my body, your body, at all times fully.
Life is born and dies, death dies and lives.
I hear the echoes of my generation, singing with feet in the ground the sands of time.
Chico Science and Nação Zumbi: we are all crab, walking in slow steps.
Sound of the crowds, the boiling-hot, bright heat: ebony skin of Ogun.
Metaphysics of opposites: the scientist aims the spotlight in the mystery of life: subatomic actor drama.
Comes the artist! See the world in the palm of the hands, and draws himself as a playful ant.
Consciousness expands and contracts ever, once said Grandpa Einstein.
But memento breathes, and might remember the brightness,
Drop of water dripping into the moraine skin of the beloved, evening sunny, lovely sunset.
At night the owls sinks, but if the rooster crows annunciate: in Orient is day.
The net shakes, also plays it the fisherman, even if the sea if not for fish, we insist, persist, till get,
Because is Indra’s net, and the nodes shines n sky.
And so, in the last gasp of today, I pray that the darkness cure the pain and fatigue.
Silence of the powder, which returns to dust and everything is silent.
By ending the universe in which the wind of all times in a single breath exults,
Caressing so the seed of the first bud.
