Lurking in the dark,
evoking complex feelings,
memories of my old path
have at times taken me by surprise.
But today I was fully aware
and when they came I realized
the utterly sobering experience,
brought by those irreversible choices,
of finally discovering
who I truly am.
If anything there is
in this life to be desired
I am sure it is to become
that fully accomplished human
that our inner nature holds.
How could we not be genuine?
How could we become something else?
We are not made to behave as puppets,
bleakly painted paper figurines.
We are soul and flesh uniquely combined,
let’s open that big door and run,
into those vast interior fields
and let the exterior world take notice
that here and now,
in her full integrity,
a whole person stands.
I am not worried when an insane despot is voted to presidency
but I am rather unsettled by the mentality of those who gave him the votes
I am not worried that egoistic Machiavellian types so often get to the top
but I am rather enraged by the culture that engenders and encourages them to do so
I am not worried to pay with my money a few indifferent soulless civil servants
but I rather feel sorry for them for choosing such an empty existence
I am not worried to see so many uncaring people that are blind to injustice
but I am rather dismayed when those who say they care cowardly choose to do nothing
I am not worried about the Earth because I know that life will exist after this humanity
but I am rather already nostalgic for those unborn who will never see Nature in full
I am not worried that I might someday be ridiculed and victimized
because I chose to abide by my values, and live a life full of reason, compassion and joy.
And I am determined to continue doing so.
idiots are those who never learn
how then shall I call myself?
who, convinced I have learned,
behave like a fool every now and then?
remaining aware and awake in the grind of life
is by all means not my special trait
oh! how should I keep myself focused and steadfast!
persevering on that wise and golden path?
content with the bare essentials
wanting nothing beyond enough
in this my only life
I chose to spend my days with joy
working without pretension
to bequeath a better world
is since long my one and only goal
and when that last day comes,
I will yield to your timely call
and at once without looking back
I will gladly return to you.
dodging the clouds
obscuring my view of the Sun
or those whimsical gusts
that might catch me by surprise
are not a simple matter perhaps
but they do not compare at all
with the utmost task
of growing out of my faults
of gracefully deflecting attacks
not allowing externals to murk
the transparency of my mind
in my lifelong march
towards the light
that in everything you do
however you might feel
you are beacon and light
a link in a chain
longer than yourself
passing on cultures
histories and heritages
for them that need them now
to grow and develop
and then one day become
worthy spirits of this Earth
this sacred burden
this never ending work
the big wheels turn
the rivers flow
this is your task