GALACTIC TRAVELLER

[Ana]

Galactic traveller

Now in, now out;

tired and tireless traveller.



Cut across boundaries of time.

Leave behind the shapes and colors.


Nobody and nothing surprises you ...

having you visited a million times

the same places,

the very dawn of different eras



You know the topography of the no concept.

Only when a tender heart smiles,

touches you on its trip to your essence

and lands, like a  blue butterfly

in the sky that  your sea offers, turquoise now.



You're not looking for colors or shapes,

fireworks do not  surprise you.


Just play to believe you feel

and amaze in front of banal things




But you, eternal traveller, tired and restless,

know very well that  forms are just forms.



That they are all the same

,
dressed with  illusory aspects,

and that only in the Essence

is the key to eternal silence.



You, galactic traveller;

Tired and tireless traveller,

suddenly realize that somewhere

in the Cosmos, your keys were forgotten


And there you stay,

On the threshold of the uncertain certainty

knowing that you know the secrets, but ...



Not remembering

at which point, place or galaxy,

some color or shape  distracted you,

and...forgotten, forgotten were your keys left



Go back to your tour.



You are condemned to repeat your trip ;

To keep seeing the same landscapes,

the same destinations,

empty forms,

voraciously seeking balance in the spirit ...


And so will follow ...


Until one day, the wind will blow into your ears

at which point, place or galaxy,

you lost track of the deciphered hieroglyphics

they gave you at the beginning of times.

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