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My Romantic Letter to Omega (Universe) – Page 8

VIII. The 8th Wisdom

Gaze at the end of winter
To witness the next, rises

Just Beyond the Rim 

In one infinite circularian

A man-made ego

The conscious ones

Now versus its consciousness


What does it feels like?

To be able to taste the absolute sweetness? The so-called epithet of valor, a wine from the river of Sanga…?

What does it feels like…

To realize that all your magnificence is nothing but a mere relend-able gift.

It is now your wisdom, versus The Wisdom. Your words, versus The Word. Your standards, versus The Standard

And as lovely as the highness sensation that you probably hold so very dearly… what to be share of it is nothing quite what is seen.

Stay humble,

In the presence

Of the infinite awakening


Here goes the pen, again. Slowly, inhabited by life.

My Romantic Letter to Omega (Universe) – Page 7


I would like to tell you a secret

There’s something I see in the night rain…

He was dark.

It is as if his eyes becoming transparent, each day. Consuming the omnipotence.

I remember how people had given him many names… many callings…

Ah, but I prefer to call him a friend. A certain friend

There’s one time that I came unto him and asked the questions of the world… my world.

(Inside the mind of a child, what could be better?)

And there were many books that I carry with, too many books to propose with

His answers only, a smile.

Maybe, just once, I have heard him humming.

It’s like a big thunder that made even the trees awakened

Would you like to know how the sounds floated like?


He was lighter.

It is as if his eyes grew colorless, each moment. Absorbing the polarity.

There’s something I used to see in the night rain…

Although now it’s not like what I used to love… 

Between eclipses of each foundation…