Just got done watching a beautiful movie with this poem written at the end. It is synchronicity that this poem was quoted at the end. It is quite beautiful….
“And it was at that age … Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know whereit came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no they were not voices, they were notwords, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me. I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names, my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire, and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, purenonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open, planets,
palpitating plantations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe. And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry
void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind”
-Pablo Neruda
