(João de Castro, a student of Rational Culture, São Paulo, SP – Brazil)
Who am I?
With open eyes.
Lost in this Enchantment,
trying to break out from this imprisonment.
My efforts are useless,
for once in the ground, one will always be there.
However, this will never forsake me from dreaming
about leaving this nightmare of my fears.
Who am I?
I am incapable of defining myself.
Thought has only met with deception.
Therefore, the inevitable question comes next:
who am I in this world of sadness?
That’s the voice to be heard, claiming for Love and Bliss.
Ascending blissfully and prospering,
being always the merits
of those who reason.
Descending and moving to their doom are the merits
of those who think.
With thought you painted the world,
in all possible colors, so differently and varied.
But it is the color of true peace, which all of them comprises in itself
and from its world of origin, one day, by everybody will be seen.
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