ALICIA VIGUER-ESPERT
The Wheel We walk straight towards a body pulled by desire to bloom inside limbs which one day will crack, deform and decompose. I imagine how a drunken soul aspiring to joy gives itself to the vacuum of space, which like amniotic fluid will sustain it until earthy arrival. Incarnation, the act of a soul entering the “carne,” consists of expanding to be constricted. Pure energy aiming to be shaped into form bursts into life. It’s a two-being affair, one wishing to return because of unfulfilled desires, and another attracting it with a longing of its own. The expansion proves illusory, the soul confined into perishable matter suffers and the Hansel and Gretel’s markers left on the cosmic path are swept away. as the blue planet beckons a blind soul rushes into the trap of the wheel
© Alicia Viguer-Espert 2024 January POETRY & WRITING © liveencounters.net
