At times we grasp something Poem by António Ramos Rosa

At times we grasp something
between shadow and shadow
And it's as if a nuptial gesture deep within
had unfurled like yet another shadow
this one upright And then our breathing
is a flowing in oblivion and in the quiet that calms
as if the other in us were the same that began
And without figures we come into contact
with the ardent emptiness
that wraps all contraries in a silent affirmation
and consummates within us the magic obscurity
in which to be is as not being and not being to be