🌀 When the Sun Touched the Arc
(The Encounter of Inti and Iris)
In the instant just before dusk,
when the world doesn't know whether to close its eyes or open them completely,
the sky becomes a border.
There, Inti waits,
his body of ignited copper
and his gaze like a clear obsidian blade.
He doesn't come to give warmth, but to deliver truth.
On the other side of the horizon,
Iris dances,
her bare feet upon dew drops that haven't fallen,
and her voice made of laughter never heard but understood.
She doesn't come to deceive, but to show another way of seeing.
When they meet,
they don't touch.
The air trembles between them,
and from the tremor, amber-colored mist is born,
the world's first rainbow.
"Why do you hide behind color?" Inti asks,
his voice grave as a mountain awakening.
"And why can you only shine straight?" Iris laughs,
spinning on herself,
letting her tunic turn violet,
then blue, then golden.
"Do you know that without me, you wouldn't exist?"
"And do you know that without me, you would be unbearable?"
The silence that follows isn't a fight.
It's a dance.
It's the tense and sacred balance between two forms of light:
one that burns,
another that plays.
And when the sky can no longer hold such vibration,
both dissolve.
Inti falls behind the horizon.
Iris curves toward oblivion.
And on earth,
someone looks up,
not knowing why they cry
before a sky of fire and color.
For you who are reading me with an open heart.
version in inglish <3
