Crossroads

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...

Ricardo Amaral