POEM TO THE CRIATOR

Twenty one eternities having gone,

The essence of the Being’s purity,

Innocent of the evil’s existence,

Left the everything for the nothing.

Departed by herself and,

In the fragrance of the enchantment,

Did not even realize that,

Little by little was being corrupted,

Leaving indifferently forgotten,

The voice of all the voices,

The core of life.

The wisdom that warned and alerted,

By degree it stopped echoing the pure essence,

That in the virgin whereabouts of return she was involved,

Became deaf to LIFE, to virtue and to herself.

The paternal voice, creator, fecund of TRUTH,

The Supremacy of the Being,

The RATIONAL, the ABSOLUTE,

Was forgotten by her filial part.

Of free and spontaneous choice,

That infant part deformed itself, degenerated itself,

Transforming itself in an opposite of BEING,

In the reverse of the mirror where LIFE inhabits.

Changed the consciousness of the beautiful, of the natural, of the pure,

For the negative consciousness of all that that is not.

Afterwards, in a logical consequence that she made and sowed,

Felt lonely, lost, ignorant of the why of her “i”,

For being now diluted in infinity of beings with no unity,

With no equality, with no sagginess, reproducer of oneself.

Passed to the aberrant condition of father, mother, daughter and sister.

But a father that does not generate, a mother that does not teach,

A daughter that does not caress and a sister that reproaches.

And in these 21 eternities, how much multiplications!

Each one a separation, a desegregation of all descent,

That became many children, children of nothing,                                                                      

Orphans of the Great father, by choice and option.

However, very far away, very high, much above,

Where splendor is everything, without intermittences,

Stayed the Father-Light, LIFE of lives, watching, unabashed

And patiently, the out-of-control festival of the infant animals.

And by force of His Creative and Immutable Energy,

Pure, Clean and Perfect, without defects, everything that

He made and makes is never more erased. And however

Much any part depreciates His Being, to Him it returns infallibly,

By natural imposition of the only Nature,

To the Rational life – life, eternally.

The Unique and True Sagginess knows how to wait for

The exact moment of each Being.

And one day, the day came, the brilliant glorious day

Of the recuperation of the strayed sparks

To the natural state of filial consolidation.

And the Sage descended from the Light to the darkness

To light up the positive consciousness in the matured fruits

Of the naïve sowing and consequent cause of the fear and the pain.

  

And thus, it was written:

“THERE IS NO GOING BACK ON A KING´S WORD”

Everything that He says, everything that He does, even temporarily undone,

Returns one day to the origin of His sacred speeches. Because the King is a Father.

Father that creates.

Father that teaches.

Father that recovers.

Proving and verifying with attitudes of uncontestable love,

That HE really is the CREATOR.

  

Praise the LIGHT OF THE DEVINE PROVIDENCE on Earth!