There is a light
That doesn’t know the sun
And never crosses the air
Sovereign and still
Under the hurt and the mud
It sits silent
In timeless patience

 

Dark Void.

A tiger bites me to pieces.
The shaman pushes me and my kisses away: « Not yet. You’re not purified yet »

Light Void.

 

The veil clears­­­
For the light awaits me
Uncompromising, absolute
Not a stain, nor a dot

From underneath the lake
Tall trees of a northern country
On both sides delineate
Across a luminescent sky
The grand reflection
Immaculate

Brightness of whites through the blue
Expands itself
Tears fall
From slits closed
Chest billows
I am lifted, overjoyed
For I have returned, intact

Stirred and dazzled
Pulled under waters
The wall thickens
Obliterating the evergreens
Of a northern country
Where the lakes are still
Mirrors of the heavens

Spinal sweep

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