sharing without owning
neither past nor name
breathing in the whole after having lived in the ocean
where light is not day and dark is not night
where remembrance has no name and is not a past
the born knows that it still is
in the embrace of the generosity
which shelters and nourishes
every being without choice
and thus never separates
necessity and necessary
living without fearing to be
separated from the generosity
the born does not know that it is
of the kind that must
become after the birth
creating itself at each awakening
in the word twin of the born
to exist in the universe created
by its wordy kind
without having to become the born lives
in the world as in the unconditional
embrace of the ocean
and the born is free
and gifts the tenderness
of the nameless being which always is
a togetherness of propertyless
generosities