OF FLOWERING

…in the light everything blooms:
stones,
pain,
the gravel of silence
and faith,
solitude;

…intimate honor creates and shines within them, and, in the deepest nights,
through the depths of the chest, one can hear it pass singing;
and oh, oh its notes and oh its voice…!

…in the house of light there are no scales;
the river of life
ignites everything, burns,
and exists;
on the shelves of its fires, with the purest flower of blood, are written,
the most sublime books of human beings.
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Antonio Justel/Orión de Panthoseas
<https://oriondepantthoseas.com>
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