HALO
On the swing of life,
falling without ever dying.
In the glow of walking,
with my own halo,
the one they look at without seeing.
In the nothingness, transparent,
sheltered by destiny,
reflecting wishes of light.
In the distant world,
in the secret of swimming,
of going against the current,
of wandering lost in myself.
In the final circle of light,
where it reaches its zenith,
protected from that life
that wounds and surrounds me,
within my own halo.
Swaying,
in love,
diffuse,
in me.
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HALO
En el columpio de la vida,
cayendo sin llegar a morir.
En el fulgor de andar,
con la propia aureola,
esa que miran sin ver.
En la nada, transparente,
protegido en el destino,
reflejando deseos de luz.
En el apartado mundo,
en el secreto de nadar,
de ir a contracorriente,
de andar perdido en mí.
En el círculo final de luz,
donde alcanza su cenit,
protegido de esa vida
que hiere y me rodea,
en mi propia aureola.
Balanceándome
en el amor,
difuso,
en mí.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments4
Nicely done. A self-reflection, and the interplay between inner light and external reality. It delves into the paradox of being alive while feeling a sense of detachment or invisibility, symbolized by the halo—a representation of purity, enlightenment, or a protective aura.
Thank you very much for stopping to contemplate the halo of this poem
Welcome
An angelic poem of light or knowledge or truth or glory as if lifted above the earthly sphere. Nicely done my friend
Thank you very much for stopping by to comment on my poems
Always a pleasure Carlos
Carlos, this is beautiful…there’s a softness here that just drifts and settles in quietly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Lovely, great write!
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