Not starting from the simple or complex
From a title of two words that are judged
Fully in the world of forms
Warm and somehow sad in the attention focused
In the real act of breathing for another
In which both heaven and hell
Of also different intensities
Are fused for the exact accomplishment
If it weren’t from a promise
At least the one of conditions
Like the tools of the farmer
When he looks at the land and he evaluates his responsibility.
And all the possible plays
Above all the cruel ones
For the known situation
Of a pre-established oneness
And that each one wants to bring out
As if for it would be necessary to do something
Because the normal has been to live in disdain
And it’s difficult to control the desire to answer
While the purpose doesn’t have clarity
In confronting the effort to attempt an assessment
Of each part that refers to the fellow
Expanded and not reduced, a modest teaching
So that greatness is not a burden
Or any littleness is forgotten
Accepting everything the whole and the naught
The male, the female and their Gods
As the air and the world are accepted
Converted in a frame that it isn’t enclosed
More than one part of what projected
And that has started in what is called time
That use to persist as a thought
Such as a splinter stuck in the skin
That was not pulled out but delayed
And that at certain moment happens to return with pain
To the inaction of someone who endures
For not paying the appropriate attention
More necessary during the first steps
Than in the last possible to be given
Because the way of the beginning
Trends to direct the rest of the journey
Unless the precise leaps are made
Between one line of expression and another
Expressing purity above normal
Reflecting in deeds the law that wasn’t read
But because it has been observed
It isn’t a cause of weariness but of solace.
Andrea
14:27
15.08.02
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