MYSTERY OF THE VOID

The higher a bird can fly,
The sharper are its eyes by nature:
And by nature it is
That no bird does ever lose
The sight of the Earth;
And if it does,
Even I would cry:

" O wretched bird,
Have you been possessed
By the spirit of a man
Himself already lost
In the mystery of the void? "

Under my feet lies the Earth,
With my roots firmly set
In its nourishing heart;
And yet,
I see it only when,
Walking,
with my eyes beyond the stars,
I stumble
on its solid,
reproaching,
presence.
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