I

I saw the light

And felt the darkness,

The thread of life

And its irregular vibration,

The void that used to be used

For scaring human hearts, 

And understood its peace.

I felt what I could feel

And dreamed all my reality;

No matter the scenario, 

How far the causality, 

The center of my universe 

Is I. 

Recurrent perception 

Engages on my retina

And only I can understand it. 

After magic got alterated

By mechanics of elements, 

And the meaning got lost

In the voluntary forgetting, 

Only the cheesy playfulness 

Managed to advance 

On a path as thin as a blade

With respect to both sides:

Nothings and matters. 

Experience the bitterness, 

Craving the opposite tastes

Or let it get known as it is. 

The balance on the axis

Of all our sensations aware

Is no perceiving whatsover, 

The silence of the void, 

The sleep of nonexistence,

Not aware of what to be felt. 

I don't praise existence 

More or less than death state, 

Or dream state, 

Or the dance of the stars. 

There's no fear of nothing though, 

No worries,

Neither of not being at all. 

The line is detachment - 

Not glorious, 

But playing equal

With the reference points. 

The mouth is full of light, 

Swallowing suns, 

Especially sweet 

With golden polen dust

From magical Terra;

Instead of an alphabet, 

We have reality 

To communicate through. 

Self is

To understand

And use as tool 

For understanding. 

Than fear will be only shield

And not the leading strike. 

No fear of self! 

And that is how 

Can grasp all experience 

In the absurd

That cannot fully 

Ever be understood,

Transmute my fear of existence

Into a vigilent nanny, 

Who blows away the pain

With carring breathe. 

My knees, 

Their knees, 

Would vanish 

With their hurts. 

I'll wonder

In the wanderment of my life, 

With the bleeding knees, 

But knowing my powers. 

And if I'll forget again... 

It's for infinite to occur 

And for such experience 

To unravel.