The hearth fire burns and click,
the flame heats and lights,
and Riddle me designs
the mystery Mandala.
Take turns the colors
and agree new values
following steps of Kabbalah.
Dust, dust, the Universe,
air, atmosphere, life,
the microscosmos starts the climb
the portals of our crib.
Suddenly a revelation:
past, present, future, illusion,
and when in doubt me I talk.
The answer comes minutes after
still kind of in the dark,
is a rare light intensity
that calms the spirit.
Slowly wake up drunk
by the awakening of this honored
Sanctuary of the Hidden voice.
See snow white
in eaves, window
feel the cold that freezes
this moment for me.
How can be so smooth
This landing in severe crash
the heavens splashes.
I see in the distance the smoke
chimneys rising
and the clouds of Heaven by mixing
in mild forms of cheating.
The colourful flowers fallen asleep,
the excitement of animals withdrawn
and the garden abundant in threat.
I hate to see his teeth fighting
and the sweat of blood dripping
in children harmless running,
and back home people looking.
Poor servants in slow steps,
faces cut by the winds,
fallen leaves on the ground skiing.
Come back and sit again
in his hand a glass of wine,
in the heart the pain of a thorn,
but the hope alive and attractive.
The balance of nature hurts,
but that's the way love is built
and becomes forever spring!
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This road of life
blowing winds and storms.
But the heroes head on,
just grow the very best.
Antonio A. Francisco
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