published by Charles Poggiali
Sunday, November 7, 2010 at 12:35
I go flying towards my true center,
hoping to meet him sooner or later.
I'm not afraid of falling and
feel like a thread that holds me with difficulty,
tied over the head with a knot.
E 'invisible, but I feel close
up by the neck like a noose.
If the touch is light, it takes your breath away,
indeed gives me support that soothes me like a hand
secret
vigilant and not drop the puppet.
But I must be careful not to pull that thread
too tense in my space,
that sometimes makes me almost choke.
Other times it is slow, and
agony is doubt to know, or not flying.
This is my condition,
go where, just where
want this invisible master,
which until now has always saved me from all
fleeting glory of hanging.
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