Rosa

"Never doubt the truth of symbols
 They are the only things man has
 With which to orient himself in the world."
 I thought that I was
 On the beginning of a journey
 I thought that I understood
 The rose in bloom.
 Because a Rose is a Rose.
 And when I had the secret within the reach
 Something inside me became quiet,
 I was struck dumb.
 "Nothing does not exist"
 Sounded in the space
 The words were of purple color
 And I recollected
 That the world was made of fire
 There is no need for words
 Even though we have read the signs
 Even though we deciphered the alphabet
 Even though we have revealed the omen
 There is no choice but to be silent
 The order that your mind imagines
 Is like a net, or like a ladder
 Built to attain something
 But afterwards you must
 Throw the ladder away
 Because you discover that
 Even if it was useful
 It was meaningless...
 The only things that are useful
 Are instruments to be thrown