How long is oblivion

Send me home
Where the urgency of knowing
Stands raw, naked
Vulnerable to the gods of skies

Who, looking down upon us,
Rest us assured of hope for tomorrow

Where we are comfortable with the starkness of thought
And loving in oblivion

Where we are ok with this entity called Self
And honored in the presence of Other

Que corto es el amor
y que largo es el olvido

How short is love
and how long is oblivion

Pablo Neruda
Posted in paintings, poetry.