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The wise man remains full of anticipation:
around the next corner or the next,
another expansive flavor burst
will launch him further into the beloved's heart.
If a few more inner veils of the beloved's heart fall,
we get close to the love that made the world.
Even the past will help with the launch,
because the exaltations of previous flights
will finally come to roost in this present soaring.
All prior ascents and plunges find their place
in the heart of a skylark at rest.
The flavor burst of a blueberry
is mostly intended for philosophical digestion,
and then it becomes a protector
against sugar imbalance in the blood.
Pleasure becomes an usher
who takes us farther into the theater of liberation,
past rows of seats that are layers of meaning.
That's when we discover that performance of love
is the secret watermark stamped into our fate,
which is only visible when held up to the light.
Brilliant verse! The line 'Pleasure becomes an usher' is one that every writer, philosopher, academic should note.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"In the heart of a skylark at rest" you are just brilliant