The fallen angel was never lost.
He decided to take a risk, he wanted to take a jump.
He bet all,
he did bet without regret.
He gambled away everything
he had to recompose what was.
Headlong he threw himself
without knowing if he would return.
He soiled his white mantle,
with pain he freed his song.
He felt his wings tear apart, forced to forget.
I want to get to the end, my fragment I want to find again,
it will be difficult, it will be suffering,
but the whole of existence is at stake.
All or nothing: this is the way,
all or nothing: what do you want it to be.
all and nothing: they want to challenge me,
I can’t find the middle way to harmonize
the path that brought me close to the One
and which I have long since forgotten.
All and nothing are crushing me,
I feel like a target of this world.
Then a soft whisper:
“I am nothing in particular and all in potential”.
Now I remember how in the past the One I had approached
it was not slyness or intelligence
but deeply loving my essence.
Essence that I recognize in every experience I live
as I still divide myself in duality.
I am the creator of all my reality
and this is the only truth.
All that I am can now create
the balance needed to return home.
The fallen angel truly,
for better or for worse, will bring all of humanity with him.
Gurà Samir Levirò (Zelia)
