Absolute

The energy spent not to move towards the Absolute
Kills us.

The waste I cannot see though.
On the ground, crawling and clinging, I strive, in the same direction
With outstretched hand, I walk away from the heat of the Way.

Happiness, where is it?
Joy and peace of mind?
Why don’t they surround me?
The simulation was so perfect

The despair in crawling gets unveiled,
The bubble has burst
Soap layers have disappeared,
The dances of illusions, vanished.

To the heat of the call,
My heart snuggle,
With the hand stretched out towards me,
I can now stand

The embrace,
The son, the father reconciled.
You were there,
Through all my fantasies and setbacks,
Absolute

Franck – July 2023
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