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Saturday, March 31, 2018

in the sea: a poetic migraine


in the  sea  
no way to evade 
waves,  the pull and push,
the force and rhythms

wave runs after wave.
when they come too fast
how not to struggle,

how to breathe in 
wild water, near to 
drowning, lost,

no time for thoughts,
they drop dead
like moths from a bulb
which  burns all

but how sweet the 
moments of stillness,
to float on life

how immense the 
release of fight,
space expands

and what do i care
who wins,
me or the sea:
all this moves

through now and ends
which are gates
where all power
is nothing at all

the sea and me,
we are one, one
with sky and wind.

swimming naked
we find us here,
we find only now,

and memories are 
whispers, they give no
way, no direction:
we must let go, all.

all despair, all worries,
tears, joy and pain,
knot and traps

they come inside 
like waves
and in this sea
there is no choice

but to swim
or to drown, to sink,
a soul, a spirit,

without mind,
still in incarnation,
without hope,

keeping trust
in life and in death
and in the sea
until the last breath





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