When I watch a sunset, with its beautiful variegated colors that evolve into the gloom, I realize that it is reflected in my spiritual retina, waking up memories of the past that are still present.As the sun goes down and the shadows rise, through taciturn tones, I breathe an atmosphere that is gone, but still lives in me. Agreement for feelings and memories. Dreams emerge and I become almost ecstatic. I realize that I am eternal. My pilgrim essence imposes itself, in these moments, on the bark of the earthly personality.
I’m not a hollow tree trunk! I have perennial sap that sustains my being.The cries of pain and mockery of the earth do not affect me.They are just like distant noises that make up the environment.
The battle of material life sounds to me like a play, which has more value for the learning that is assimilated than for the acts and events themselves.I am in earthly life, but at the same time I hover over it. I live and breathe, but at every moment I am the deep silence.
Author: Pablo de Salamanca