Who should I look at?
To which side?
Where to go?
– Be silent, Son of Fire!
whispers, almost inaudibly, the voice from within.
But dissatisfaction takes place over the golden restlessness,
which sets in motion the entire universe of being.
Inertia strengthens and materializes in complaint
and the existence runs over life,
like a finger that draws the unwanted
from a luminous screen.
But they come back:
Who should I look at?
What should I do to get there, to where I still do not know?
– Be silent, Son of Fire!
whispers the obvious and untouchable voice of the centuries.
Until, in a moment,
silence tightens the bond
and undoes the knots.
And, that moment, is the breath of eternity.
No place, no person, no sides, no direction.
Silence accomplishes.
Love is.
