Blade ENG

Yesterday's ignoramus,
Who has studied only a part of
Consonance with the Universe,
Has discovered that his hands are not hands,
But sails,
Which have to continue learning
To catch and caress the waves of Freedom,
He has started becoming something reminiscent of human being.

Those with  the freedom of flight
Can go up, higher and higher
And explore the anatomy of distance.

Gliding through the air uncomprehending of self,
He is like a bird gliding on the blade of time.

A splinter in the heart can say more than a knife in it.

To those who say that pain is bad,
The opposite is revealed through the rule of contraries.


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