Poesia di carattere astratto di tema metafisico, premiata con Diploma d’Onore al Premio Letterario Milano International 2020.
Beyond the Immanent
I’ve always had the thought
That we are much more than Aristotle’s idea
Of simple bodies,
Attracted to their natural place.
There’s some kind of mysticism in us,
Like something that cannot be explained by scientists.
We’re both terrestrial and celestial,
Ethereal and metaphysical.
We come from Everythingness,
Though we come from Nothingness.
I am me, and you are you,
But you are also me, and I am also you.
Still, we don’t understand it.
We always have the need to use names or labels
To define who we are
And what we are made of.
But are we just a name?
Are we just some attributes?
Are we just matter,
Made of atoms and molecules?
Or are we something more,
Like something undescribable?
The truth is that we just are,
Still we just aren’t. We are constantly changing,
Still we are always the same.
Of course, we cannot understand it.
We are so frightened by the Transcendental
That we aren’t even capable
Of thinking about something abstract
Without calling it someway, or picturing it somehow;
It is just beyond our comprehension and control.
Although, we’re always in touch with it
Because we’re the Transcendental itself.