When I find myself full
of joy or sorrow,
of sensations of pleasure or pain,
of accurate thoughts,
perfect definitions,
definite arguments,
the eternal soul is far from me.
When I seek spirituality
as a way of salvation and peace
for my conflicts,
uncertainties,
misadventures
and deviations
the eternal soul,
even understanding, moves away.
When I seek the power of magic
dominating the ether
travelling through the astral worlds,
collecting visions
and suprasensations
like a pirate adventurer
dominating the subtle seas,
the eternal soul sighs, patient.
When I empty myself
of moral rules,
of concepts and classifications,
of the desires of being
anything else
and I finally get in touch
with what is most true in me,
the eternal soul welcomes me
in its infinite tenderness.
And I, tiny as a grain of sand
in the desert of this world,
I no longer seek the word,
nor the thought,
nor the feeling.
Because the eternal soul
cannot be defined: it simply is.
And we are ONE.
