A Clear Fact
There's a language
As old as the world,
Without breath...
Without existence's
Limited awareness...
To translate these audible words
Belonging to the intellect
Of pure reason
One must be gripped
By an acute sensitivity
Departing from the level
Of understanding...
Wisdom has no decision to make
Entering one's constitution
Not as a guest sojourning,
But as part of an indivisible
Consciousness...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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