Today no one arrived seeking answers
to the interior of the usual cenacle
because just today, we were born
amongst dissipated lofty attitudes,
once again as alien beings to trance
asking nothing, demanding nothing.
Today no one saw flowers on the way
filled with mirrors overlooking the face
between words ricocheting back
never forgotten, always permanent
as formal flight departed from illusion,
falling into the memory of that farewell
For today no one came to this agape
embracing their souls into awakening…
Hoy nadie llego buscando respuestas
al interior del cenáculo habitual
porque tan sólo hoy, habíamos nacido
entre disipadas actitudes excelsas,
de nuevo como seres ajenos al trance
pidiendo nada, demandando nada.
Hoy nadie vio flores en el camino
lleno espejos con vistas al rostro,
entre palabras rebotando de vuelta
nunca olvidadas, siempre permanentes
como vuelo formal que partió de la ilusión,
cayendo en el recuerdo de aquel adiós.
Y es que hoy nadie llego a este ágape
abrazando sus almas en el despertar…
Gavriel Navarro© 2013
Gavriel's Muse 
I care. Beautiful agape love. I see so many just living in a matrix, unaware of who they are.
Remembering who we are is key to the human revolution! 🙂
❤
Agape, like so many other words, has become corrupted and then meaningless. Your poem, Gavriel, returns the meaning. Thank you.
You are most welcome Norm! The fight is to bring back the true meaning of existence through the forgotten crafts… 😉
Indeed. I will reread this for sure. I especially enjoy savoring the same idea in each language. It must be like reading kanji.
Thank you dear Mikels, in a way each language is a unique way to express, Kanji perhaps more conceptual to our thought process! Thank you for dropping by my friend!