Lifting pure state.
The spirit rises,
The reason comes down and my self,
my inmost being,
transcends time and space
to float into the infinite.
not be not be: Rebirth of the soul
In its most real.
Today I have the ability to transform into light
In the dark,
sorrow in creation, artistic sublimation
in existential pain. Then the horror
becomes beauty
blood becomes poetry, and the tears
a sea that flows the eternal.
certainly
There is a lot of worms in us.
But some of them,
Eventually
Transmute: Moved
skin
And
perceive things from different directions.
And then
Nothing is what it used to be, even
For ourselves we are.
"Here" fades to "beyond," All of a sudden
And nothing seems to turn anything and everything reappears.
moral values,
Aesthetic, Social
,
Lose its apparent value.
And in other, different, complete
We
Despite having nothing
In view of those who have transmuted
.
In this new look
We become lighter, freed us
weight
How long have charged
Resigned.
Every day I wake up here
be struggling to get the worm
and become the butterfly,
For failure to crawl
and see how they grow my wings,
To fly beyond.
And even though you run the risk of flying a
briefly and then die ...
metamorphosis Bless!
Twenty-four hours in the air,
They become timeless ...
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