And was on any given day,
in those places as light
offered to the soul I
had ever beheld.
Lost in dream places,
tirelessly
I struggled to get
to the proximity of mystery,
that blur
dream illusions
intended and horizons.
Within the limits of the unconditioned,
attempt to glimpse the things
to seek their way in the impossible.
At the edge of infinity,
impossible figures sighted
that rest in the movement of stillness.
In the gathering of sound,
intuit sound spaces
that open silently.
In the perpetuity of the inaccessible,
peered with thought
returning empty.
... but I still have,
the places where the soul is seated.
Rubén Muñoz Martinez
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