OF FLOWERING

… in the light everything blooms:
the stones,
the pain,
the gravel of silence
and faith,
loneliness;

… creates and shines in them the intimate honor, and, in the deepest nights,
by the interiorities of the chest, it can be heard singing;
And oh, oh his notes and oh his voice…!

… in the house of light there are no scales;
the river of life
everything lights up, burns,
And it is;
on the shelves of their fires, with pure flower of blood, are written,
the most exalted books of human beings.
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Antonio Justel Rodriguez
https://www.oriondepanthoseas.com
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