Em Cruz
Ah! Noite original, noite desconsolada
Quando de cada trêmulo arvoredo
Foi tão falaz o sedutor segredo
Na dor profunda mais dilacerada

Flor fria, flor algente, flor gelada
Arrebatado, sem pavor, sem medo...
E mudez e silêncio e sombras e segredo
Que recordava pompas de alvorada,

Coroa-te de lágrimas, esquece
Ah! tudo, tudo proclamar parece
Clarões e sombras de um mistério estranho

Sobre essa Mão angélica e robusta,
Monja da solidão, espiritual e augusta,
Errante, como ovelhas de um rebanho
3:15 AM
 
AmPHitheAtrum SyMbOlicum POEtarum
where may the falling children gather their calls...
NADA
quem corre cai com quem
a queda faz parte da perfeição
e a coisa fazente vira feitura tessitura ....... de solidão

 

"Pleasure and distress, fear and courage, desire and aversion, where have these affections and experiences their seat?" [Plotinus]
"The life of true happiness is not a thing of mixture." [Plotino]
"A Snake is afraid of a man that is naked, but pursues a man that is clothed." [Agrippa]
The Tao that can be trodden is not the enduring and
unchanging Tao. The name that can be named is not the enduring and
unchanging name.[Lao-Tse]
Hence time is aptly described as a mimic of eternity that seeks to break up in its fragmentary flight the permanence of its exemplar. [Plotino]
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. [Walt Whitman]
Don't read what lies in the black squares My Love...
for they hide what I can't see...