The Fortunate
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The Fortunate
something is always waiting within us
till that day when it bursts forth whole
like brilliance in the night of our bones
or a knowing so immediate central irreversibly our own
body inside a leap taken a
tremor or birth
and what you called our mistake
was simply our only way
of encountering it
it was a precise moment
like the one that decides everything in spite of what we call
destiny perhaps that miniscule and monstrous
bridge where everything is concentrated
in sharp clarity and we awake
in its purified light harbored in that difficult crevice
suddenly opened in the haze by that precise moment
and now I know it was only that precise moment
when I divined that the soul was all that ready
from the beginning to go into that fissure and to tremble in
that light
intimate astonished plenitude and it was perhaps the gift
inside that wayward diamond and the price
of finding it that time teaches us
was perfectly precise
since something is waiting within us
till that day of the encounter
with a maneuver that is no longer ours
but an inscrutable move in the game
of chance an alien act the inconstant
god we arise from
or simply the game where the only
thing that distinguishes us from the dead
moves secret panting alert:
this heart playing
Posted: February 4, 2026 at 9:56 am
