(for a painting by Abdelhaq Djellab while it was still unfinished... It turned out to have a red circle of love in the center, * proving that my orbits through blackness were lost in space)
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In a vortex of blackness,
where ends chase beginnings
an engine of forgetfulness
propels the boat of remembrance.
Consciousness inscribes a golden text of time.
A black infinity running ahead of the text
collapses into the golden moment of each word.
From eternity's dark sea, prayer crawls ashore
on the golden island of the present moment.
Loss of the looking self
gains a vantage point of wonderment
for abundance that waits to be found.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem