The soul is a fast bird,
faster than the wind.
It reaches so far
that the horizon
is the first step
of every journey.
The farthest star,
the second step.
The end of creation
the third,
where it tries its wings
for the first time,
and then,
because something small
called,
it rushes across a room
to hear it whisper.
That is
what space is,
defined
by the distance
between the heart
and love.
What Space Is
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