Horizon Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Anticipation is veiled hope—
an alert preparation for re-birth,
as the night-dreams:
stellar in obscurity, after twilight.

The sunless horizon of the sky,
is a barely distinguished line—a line
between possibility and nothingness,
dreaming and reality:
there is the horizon of creation! —
there is where the Cosmic Consciousness
forms the unpredictability!

The dandelions crack the sea-cliffs
in the tender sun of Spring,
inhaling the essence of the sea
with an invisible force:
forcing the impossibility—
the force of manifestation,
re-born from non-conceptuality,
same as human destinies are formed.

A solitary bird is never lost
in the nebulous invisibility—
it transcends the boundaries
of limited perception:
from existence into a different existence.

Nothing is ever lost—
only transformed:
the bird, like the human-soul,
flies with the wind
of its own destiny:
it flies to itself—
it flies to where its Spirit is.