Poem written on February 5th 2003, When I felt more alive than I never felt.
How would you describe the sky to a blind person?
The perceptions of your senses compensate the missing links.
Just picture your biggest desires and think of your will to get them.
The sky is not much different from that, it’s happiness when there is light, and mystery when there is not.
It’s as broad as your deepest dreams and wider than your bigger aspiration.
The sky is as unknown for you as it is for me, you can take an easy look.
Look at yourself; how immense do you think you are?
Well the sky is close to that.
Use your sharpest perceptions and take advantage of them; the sky is there, inside.
You can witness the presence of such immense entity, but you can’t touch it.
It is sacred, Feared, Loved and hated, it is as broad as existence itself.
The sky can be beautiful and horrible; it just depends on how you are willing to appreciate it.
Your mind is an extension of the sky; you can always see it, just as I do when I turn my head up.
I feel jealous of thinking on your perception of heaven and life.
Be free to think, dare to imagine, because the sky is for you what illusions are to me.
Feel your power, touch your dreams, hear your mind, smell your spirit.
The sky is what all of these things are about, it is there, inside, untouchable, but it exists.
