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 olvidoHow short is love
Pablo Neruda
and how long is oblivion