To come dawn from the summit of myself

“To come down from the summit of myself to the center of myself. A place with no other sign than the pure absence of signs; incipient springing of the dawn, whose sun expands on its own back, where I am not. Place without place, on the frontiers of the air, where the divinity learned to speak a language without language, a poem written between two lines”.

(Rafael Redondo, El milagro de vivir despierto)