For a long time it was thought
That it is was circular,
As it was thought
That the Earth was flat
It is not a straight line,
It comes out of the forefinger.
It is everywhere
And everything has it.
If the cosmos were
To have a meridian
There, it would be similar.
You do not take it
In order to get to know others
You set out on it to know yourself.
It does not have to be straight.
It could even be curved,
One does not measure distance by it
And the longest one remains
The one between the heart and reason.

Translated by Sara Elaqad – © 2009 Sara Elaqad

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