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Hatching O heart, do you hear the dawn rumbling beneath the skin of things? We walked, heavy with ancient shadows, breaking our own wings In the night of silent fears - And yet, in the essence of blood, the promise of another world was already quivering. Like the caterpillar secretly dreaming of its sky, We leave the armor of tawny days, This harsh realm where each watches the other Like an echo of their wounds. We tear the dark veil Of predation, And our bodies split with a new clarity. Then, in the tumult of veins, A butterfly rises - A people of butterflies, even - With wings woven of compassion. We finally learn The tremors of the other, The wandering tears of the other, And this strange brotherhood That is reborn at the center of pain. Open the doors! Let our souls harmonize, Lutes vibrating under the touch of light. For the light is but Love Scattered among men Like a rain of gold on burnt lands. Come on, brothers, sisters, Illuminate the paths that lead From one heart to another; Rebuild in silence Our inner home With stones of clarity. And may each step in the world Be an ascent toward the great sun: Where souls, at last, Soar together..
