starisea

It was said that history like alchemy
Was only a slow transformation
Of an animal going towards the better
Thus, an alliance with angels affirmed itself
And for this salvation,
A beautiful rule became the condition:
Exchange old skins for ampler skies
Let go of the vile and receive spirit
On the road of horizon drawn towards the infinite,
But then one day by the abasement of love
The vertical flame arises
The poet burns the crucible, and so
Lead is consumed and gold vanishes!
Suddenly no more history, the current has dried up
From within, duality is banished
Perenis and Ephemere, the diction that cannot be named
Unbearable the facewithout face of the Friend.

~ Arash Khalatbari