POEM OF ECSTASY. “THE GOLD OF SATURN”

Abstract

Here I stop to sing about the daunting and fun show of man, where time and space converge. On the divinity, mirror of the golden night that illuminates his thought. Is freedom perhaps a myth? All of reality is duplicated, while speaking to the heart of man fills my senses with profound uneasiness. King, pawn or bishop. Every being thinks his slavery every time he says everything. It contains everything that is, and everything that could be, every time it dares to name the sublime ecstasy of love and everything that shines. Here I resign myself, to sing and speak to the heart of man. Everything that is revealed around my restlessness is nothing more than a mirror. The vision of a tremendous majesty fills my conscience for the ironic feats of omnipotence that was granted to me. Short is my eternity. Short is my eternity! I live and exist whenever kings dream. I am an interpretation. A thinking will. O tremendous majesty! How short is my life! But I can see everything, and what I see is what kings name. What is this truth? What is the truth of man? What are we all doing here? Where is the freedom of the witness of all dreams? In an instant I can see the sublime that happens in the soul of those who cannot speak about what was revealed to them. O gods of time! Gods of Olympus! Help me! Deliver me from this freedom! The awareness of all awareness stuns my heart!