Aperture

In a world that circulates your breaths, with each breath of mine I circulate your air within my body. What does separation mean? In a world whose silence is mingled with the ring of the thread’s kiss on the apertures of the cloth above the gap of the scissors, what does separation mean? Tell them to take away the farce of straw borders! Tell them to throw to the wind the paper of hollow laws! We were together, immersed in each other, before all laws, before all papers; when through the apertures of the dense leaves we gazed at the shining ray of light, we were together. We were together when, far from the bear’s claws, we triumphantly reached the beehive and poured the nectar of all the wildflowers into each other’s mouths, into our own; when we picked up the smooth round stone and broke the spell of the sweet acorns, we were together; we were together before all laws. We will stay together, together we will wander the stage of our beautiful fate, in a fate without loneliness. In the fate of staying together. — Is this not enough to love the world of being? — — Is this not enough to move away from all distances? — We will stay together, immersed in each other, surging and piercing, seeping into the self-made foundations of the straw borders, pounding in waves against the hollow wall; until the paper bricks come tumbling down from the motion of our waves. The paper bricks float for a few moments on the water’s surface like the mourning flags of the defeated, defeated by joy — and afterward, in the dark depths of the ocean, they stay hidden from human eyes — forever — — a nothing in the dark. — We will remain as we were — afloat in each other — without knowing: in the aperture of one existence and only one existence, what does separation mean? ...