Early morning, My car is running through The first light of a rising sun. Right and left, tireless rice fields Welcome the gold and red dawn Of a new unpredictable day.

 

… Emotions, Feelings of commotion In the very deep Mansion Of my soul Reflections Of an indescribable language Spoken by billions of Still lazily swaying dewdrops On every stalk Of the growing rice plants And the unpredictable Is there… Great Master, There, In each dewdrop Shines Your gracious silhouette Whispering Your silent language of God…

 

Suddenly At the edge of a huge extension of rice fields, My car stops. And like in a transcendental rapture I see myself Standing in the grass Where the water of a tiny stream Silently brings life and humbly Greets God. In a while (it could have been one minute, or millions of years) The illusion vanishes And a light, like violet ethereal clouds, Surrounds the scenery While angels are dancing To the harmony of a celestial Melody…

 

…Emotions, Rising feelings of commotion Struggles, fights and pains, Unforgettable karmas Deep and painful turmoil of battles The best and the worst In a life. Desperation, Burning hot-white tears Scarify deep wrinkles On my cheeks. Karmas Terrifying echoes of hammered drums Of Kal The call…the day…the moment For every grasping human entity Still searching for the Truth And the way That leads back Home. Mutant shadows of human entities, We cannot be late!

 

Slowly… the nightmare of memories And the pains dissolve, And the vision Turns to caress my heart. On my lips I feel from deep in my soul The smoothest whispering of Your name Humbly glorifying The God incarnation of You, Master…of You Namo Ching Hai Wu Shang Shih Divine Mantra to the eternal Truth Of our beloved Master…

* Поетът, практикуващ Удобния метод, е също така професионален италиански писател.

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