[ Esp - Eng ] La piedra del tiempo | Prosa poetica
de mi voluntario encierro
se oculta un mundo
desconocido
para aquellos legos
que no pueden leer
el misterio en la piedra ...
de aquel mudo recinto
encontré despojarme
de las cadenas del ego
que subyugan al ser
e impiden ver
con los ojos del alma ...
a través de la constancia
la disciplina me abrazó
y ya no fui el de antes
aquel ciego novicio
que trataba de explorar
los arcanos de la vida ...
los misterios de la vida
ella es una realidad
que debemos experimentar
para vivirla a plenitud
en la vía espiritual
cuando caiga la venda ...
pero con la instrucción
que recibía todo empezaba
a cambiar dentro de mi
ahora entendía mi clausura
ella fue la estrella
que iluminó mis tinieblas ...
pude develar que estar
en el claustro abriría
puertas, y correría el velo
a una realidad interior
a ese océano inmenso
donde yace la verdad ...
ella placidamente péndula
en las oscilaciones
del misticismo
que se abre mediante
el susurro ininterrumpido
de la oración del corazón ...
hizo que me enterrara en aquel
mausoleo de piedras vivas
para descubrir quien era,
de donde venía, y a donde debía ir
fue entonces cuando entendí
que yo era una piedra del tiempo ...
of my voluntary confinement
hides an unknown
unknown
for those laymen
who cannot read
the mystery in the stone ...
of that mute enclosure
I found myself stripped
of the ego's chains
that subjugate the being
and prevent me from seeing
with the eyes of the soul ...
through constancy
discipline embraced me
and I was no longer the same as before
that blind novice
who tried to explore
the arcana of life ...
the mysteries of life
it is a reality
that we must experience
to live it to the fullest
on the spiritual path
when the blindfold falls ...
but with the instruction
I received everything began to change
to change inside me
now I understood my closure
she was the star
that illuminated my darkness ...
I was able to realize that being
in the cloister would open
doors, and would draw the veil
to an inner reality
to that immense ocean
where the truth lies ...
it placidly pendulates
in the oscillations
of mysticism
that opens through
the uninterrupted whisper
of the heart's prayer ...
made me bury myself in that
mausoleum of living stones
to discover who I was,
where I came from, and where I was going to go.
it was then that I understood
that I was a stone of time ...
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