GIVE

...would you trade money and friends, fame, sex and power,
for touching the eyes of a blind man with your fingers and making him see?
Would you endure an endless and lonely march through the desert,
harassed by heat and cold, dust and snakes, and about to die
of tiredness, loneliness and fear, will your mouth whisper “no, no, I give up a drop of water…”?
...and what would you give of yourself to create a flower with your life and start a fire?
For a blade of grass, what would you give? In what area, in what place of the chest would you give shelter
to such a dream,
to such faith?
...because sometime, sometime you sense your being trampled and transgressed,
and also damaged or abrogated their powers: as if the crows devoured your liver
and at the same time vampires will come to meet you through your veins,
- and some others, confess it -
In addition to crying and moaning internally, with all your desires you would have wanted to throw and break
the rings of the world,
which are nothing but intimate irons with which little by little you yourself have split and tied to them
light and joy;
...who will decide first! ... well there, just in those couple of moments,
the liberation and glory of your soul would have begun;
friend or friend, don't hate me for telling you.
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Antonio Justel/Orion of Panthoseas
https://oriondepanthoseas.com
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