ODE TO THE AIR

... the air shines, shines and trembles,
and vibrates, and feels,
and pulsates, and lives …,
and, like a deep ecstasy,
there is in it a kind of triumphant rapture of daring upwards;
… Oh, oh, if you could observe with me, you, this enormous halo of inimitable light,
this golden attire, its aesthetic song, its infinity of soul;
… at what hour, I say, at what instant of pure love it burns and rises,
that it gives everything and prints everything in the memories as a certain signature that forgetting is in vain;
mysterious to live, this, without apparent knowledge or sight, like a live ember armor or shield,
like a stone-law on faith and reason, like a rough shackle-shelter of present rigidity, cosmic and earthly;
... and yet... this splendor,
the architecture of this subtle, unfading and etheric flight,
together with a voice of inner fire that bursts forth with powerful force,
singing and burning with energetic, intrepid and brave, divine and redeeming words;
... no, no woman, no man will ever, ever be a dead lotus, ah, never...;
how else to burst forth to emerge and be in this complete and total excellence:
this enormous joy,
this magnificent-faced blossoming,
or this, this sublime contemplation of ineffable texture and immortal heartbeat, how...
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Antonio Justel/Orión de Panthoseas
https://oriondepanthoseas.com
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