Then, one wonders
My Good, does it make your Evil?
Malign benevolence.
"Or is my Good 'Ours',
and your Evil the same?"
Yes, you, being of beings
come to see us, come;
even though being means not being
even so it throws up before the
damned dizzying nothing:
from thenceforth it will be
Never more the nothing!
Never more nothing plus
giving up
being without eternity!...
Together let's imagine
time
that imagines itself in the cosmos
as it is imagined
in our time.
Being of beings!
Help existence,
yes, the colossal chance
in which the lovingly burned infinite
is united
with eternity and its Beauty!
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THE CHILD OF FOREVER...
But I haven't spoken to you of that child
who frightened and crying in terror
of falling
into the nothing,
one night
- night of the night -
would run to his father.
who was reading a universal book,
with the dog-cosmos sleeping sweetly at his feet
and ask
"is it true,... father,
that the cosmos is going to die...,
a monster from my dreams was telling me,
that it is going to col-lapse
that it will generate a 'big crunch'?..."
The troubled father put the universe to one side,
and taking the boy in his arms, told him:
"Come, son, go up to the cosmos, caress it...
and you'll see, you'll see that it is a lie,
no, it will never die."
The little boy, consoled now, curled up
and hugged his cosmic dog, who
waking up
kissed the boy's cold hands and wagged his tail,
amidst dreams...
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FROM HEAVEN TO GAIA
Heaven goes by
crying with joy
all his bonds
making sweet water
his dream...
he has become tired of being imagined
by God;
and now it is he
that imagines God.
In those moments of liberation
he has become naked
and stretched out facing the universe
his lover's look on his creation shivers:
Suddenly
he has realized that he exists
more here than in himself
and he waves in the wind a happy song
that comes to be like his mane
of passionate fantasy...
He orders early mornings on the beach
and his cleansing lyre rings out
over the planets, whose God he is.
He shakes out his last angels
from blue ice;
Now he opens THE SENSES and perceives
the other half
of being
the centre of cosmosgraphy - (yellow) -
and the juice of illusion waters the gardens
of the hope of new birth,
to feel the unseen
to see the unheard.
He is the king of the worldly universe
because - you must know! -
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