m’illumino d’immenso -
giuseppe ungaretti
at the end of your long journey, you may well take note that the journey never had a beginning and was the briefest. .
for as far as you can remember you have been an inseperable part of the road's remembrance.
breathing in, remembered, breathing out, forgotten. remembrance and oblivion, inextricably intertwined cycle.
you may take further note that the journey was never yours alone. that was one of the many delusions you suffered from.
not the least, not the least, the belief that you have been traveling on your own. that ever anything has happened to you. that there was or is a traveler called you.
even when alone on the road, the winds, the rains, the clouds, the waves, the leaf falls and all the many faces have never ceased accompanying you.
they have not witnessed your journey, they have been fellow travelers. so close to you that you failed noticing them. for our solitude, too, emerges along with everything from emptiness.
many lifetimes of navigating these waters, and yet the old boat has yet to reach a harbor.
a plaything of storms it now sees through the mirage of destinations.
seeing horizons receed has become your pastime.
the journey continues. for now. for now is what the the ocean and the boat have in common. in that motion we are recalled to the timeless.
passing clouds keep reminding the sky of its forgetfulness.
everything we see is a sign. beckoning us to our origin. in everything and everywhere, yet homecoming is treading the traceless.
it takes the flight of a swallow to reveal to you that infinity is your home.
to the sound of waves breaking over reefs at sunset your bloodstream echoes in response.
in that conversation we are born. in that conversation we die. the music continues.
or is it silence.
half heard the murmuring of corals in moonlight...
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