Your heart eternises all that which makes it beat and beat without control or reason.
Your heart is the origin of the love that ties and reunites all
But your heart does not belong to you
but to itself.
From it the new creatures arise too,
Who will adorn and ravage the surface of the earth.
The earth is not mother but battlefield and graveyard
And for that man seeks refuge in vain
From birth to death.
But it is there where his heart leads him that he is born and dies at the same time,
He is and he is not
And finds, shelterless, the shelter he was anxious for.
Love reunites all things but each of us must disperse and divide
And be free
And, when he faces and suffers this stain that obscures perfection,
Man looks upwards to the unknown
And awaits with joy and confidence the unveiling of the unattainable.
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