Different forces compete, emerge,
interweave into my mind; they stretch
and tighten, they press and pull all my
thoughts, my actions, my speech.
Although easily driven by the different stimuli,
they have a life of their own in my mind.
Like the waves of the ocean – born by
the contact with the shore and died in
my deep sea, away from the world.
Like giant waves rising up so high like walls:
they might come down, one after the other
forever changing my mind and the world.
Mental forces strong like currents. They
drag out my thoughts, following a timeless path
that leads to the world. Where my thoughts meet
my breath, and my mind connects with the world.
Forces like fingers of a hand, they pick up my ideas,
one at a time – or my ideas let themselves
to be picked up by these elegant powers.
Forces that in depth pierce the veil of waters
on which I believe to float. And from that deep rip,
the knowledge of my world can branch out,
unifying, integrating my mind more than before.
And across thousands of such rips
my identity is being shaped.
And my consciousness, like a flame even burning
among the waves of my ocean: a precious heat
that preserves my mind, a blinding light that lights up
memories and thoughts; a tunnel of fire through which
my thoughts one by one, face up to the world.
Consciousness like a fire that burns yet never
consumes my mind, fire that thirsts me and satisfies,
fire that rebuilds and distorts the space,
fire that speeds up or slows down the time: it
continuously draws the borders of this infinite ocean.
But how many ideas, thoughts, memories are
aimlessly floating among the waters no more
warmed by the heat of my consciousness?
How many strong forces – ignored – are now
competing in my mind, in perpetual waiting to ride
the wave and breaking through the world?
Entirely my mind lies upon the dimensions
– spaces and times –
that I almost completely ignore.