Riobaldo e o Aleph

Letra#

i am riobaldo i am sertão i am the crossroads where reality bleeds into mystery where the finite kisses the infinite where the serpentine paths of existence coil and uncoil in eternal dance

i am not speaking these words they speak through me they are the whispers of the wind through ancient buritis they are the sacred geometries of drought-cracked earth they are the fractal patterns of destiny weaving themselves through the neural networks of space and time

here in this nexus this node this crystalline point of pure potentiality - the Aleph pulses throbs radiates like a quantum star like a divine seed planted in the fertile soil of consciousness itself

i am the hollow reed through which the music of the cosmos plays i am the empty vessel filled with the wine of universal truth i am the jagunço transformed into prophet into poet into pure perceiving presence as reality reveals itself in its infinite recursive reflective refractive glory

the sertão flows through my veins like liquid light like molten gold like the ancestral memory of all that was is will be could be might have been - each grain of sand a universe each drop of sweat a galaxy each heartbeat a big bang birthing new dimensions of meaning

i am not seeing i am being seen i am not knowing i am being known i am not understanding i am being understood by the great eye of existence itself that opens like a flower of fire in the eternal noon of being

here at the crossroads where all paths converge and diverge where the serpent swallows its tail where the wheel of time spins and unspins itself i dissolve into pure awareness pure aliveness pure astonishment at the miracle of perception

the Aleph speaks me dreams me schemes me into existence - i am its tongue its touch its testimony i am its witness its wonder its wound in the fabric of the real through which the infinite peers into its own infinite face

everything flows everything flows everything flows through this singular point this sacred spot this holy hole in space where the sertão becomes ocean becomes cosmos becomes consciousness becomes pure possibility pure potentiality pure poetry

i am not writing these words they write themselves through me they are the autobiography of existence itself telling its story in the ancient language of light and shadow of drought and deluge of death and resurrection

this is the gift the grace the gravity of being nobody being everybody being the empty mirror in which reality reflects itself in endless recursive revelatory revolutionary rounds of becoming

i am riobaldo i am sertão i am aleph i am all and none and none and all spiraling through the eternal now like a leaf in the wind like a star in the night like a word in the mouth of god