The whole world was only a cell, and your cell was the whole world.
It was freedom,
for freedom is
liberation from time and space,
inside and out,
from measurements,
where only the unmeasurable measures.
How meaningless it is to be late in eternity,
to leave words unsaid,
in silence.
How futile it is to move
in the orbit of a horizon-less rotation,
distances with no destination.
Zero:
the vibration of stillness in infinity—
the zero-degree parallel
where zero is
a complete circle.
If I did not burn,
I would not return to fire.
If there were no smile,
I would lose myself in space,
and never learn the journey
from distance—
from reaching out to you,
from finding you,
from looking into your eyes,
into eternity.
Alas, I still remember the deep well we carved in each other.
Trees—these souls trapped in sand—
that, to become free again,
excavate the skies and earth,
and cling to winds to remain afloat,
to feel like wings
in their leaves.
What a deep well into the sweet water of feeling!
Such clear water trapped in darkness,
unexplored by the salty seas.
Such an oasis
far from the hands of faraway.
What cool water of silence
in this darkness of tumultuous words.
How we escaped from one another
only to find each other again
in a vast heart.
How, like roots, we split
and scattered,
so we could~like a tree,
become a strong stalk.
How many times we fled ourselves
to return to ourselves again,
in the twin glass jars of an hourglass,
in the molds that endlessly fill and empty of themselves,
pendulating
between zero and eternity,
creating frequencies.
