I walk over the line of crossed worlds
Knowing if I stay in the old side of the line
I will be another machine, a human-robot
with a shielded heart that blind the vision
to any spark of Divinity around...
Crossroads is where I stand now,
somewhere in between veils that make duality possible
and the feelings and energies of this wondrous place
hidden behind the world´s particles.
Crossroads is definitely a strange place to be
where any attempt to share it with the dear people
result in a misunderstanding or a response of silence
that hurts and leave you no alternative
than make the cross alone.
All this time apart made me realize
I´ve been shurching for whales on land...
The choice to move on
into the new side of the line is done,
but between now and the events that will make this possible
I experience a place where even the poet become speechless.
There´s no string of words capable of expressing
the nature of this inner chamber...