SOLITUDE
I cross my knees, I place my hands like earthen bowls,
Slow, very slowly, I am closing my eyes,
With calm movements, I am relaxing all my body,
From the distant toes, to the remote crown.My body is stiffen, my mind nailed into the frown,
The rampart horses of my inner soul there are no more.
Because they have already began to calm its liveness,
They are hearing the everlasting songs and sounds.The matras, the holy words begin to dance, only them,
In this shadowy room, lonely, I begin to become part of the universe,
I’m one with G’d, there’s no more, there’s nothing, there’s no me,
The peace, the calmness, the quitness, the ataraxia,Everything returns to the original dust, (the mask is at rest),
Everything comes back to the primaeval clay, to the first mud,
Yes, and I’m nothing in the Cosmos, and the Cosmos is nothing to me,
All is illusion; the Real One is only He, the Only One, the Supreme Mystery.
The Eternal One, the One that Reigns in its Sovereign Majesty.Julio Enrique Brugos
17/03/04-27/03/05