The night with him isn’t dark
but starry due to his light
and tasty with his essence.
This is the sign of the stigma.
He wasn’t only different.
When he did, was also different.
And no comparison was possible.
They were able to see his unicity
and his ubiquity.
The unicity of the essence.
The ubiquity of the light.
And both of them were gifts
for the souls…
Gifts to valorize at all the levels.
Body of light.
Mind of essence.
His History was the flow
of their stories.
His bifurcation was able
to take account of the souls.
None of them could stay behind
because he kept each one
in the arms
protected by his shield and his sword.