Balance

Santiago de Compostela (Spain), May 2012


How can you find
the subtle line
which keeps memories apart
from future illusions?
Day after day, hour after hour,
breathing light,
tasting the air,
swimming in the landscape,
walking on the clouds
which propel you
without limits,
ethereal body
floating in light.
I was my past,
I am my present,
I will be my future.
I am past, present,
a perfect future, too,
both in place and time,
both in body and soul.

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