Inner Light

  Comentario al Poema 3 de Alborada El poema cuenta con cinco estrofas. La primera traza los límites duales de la emoción humana del gozo. Hay dicha que la emoción no sostiene Sobreabundante escapa hacia un cielo de pureza Apasionado esplendor que mora indiferente El templo de la paz y el campo de batalla . En este comienzo del poema, se plantea la insuficiencia de la experiencia emocional convencional para captar una forma superior de dicha. ¿Cómo es la vida humana más allá de las emociones básicas, de la búsqueda ardiente o deseo, el miedo, la ira, el sexo, el cuidado de la progenie, la emoción grupal o el juego? ¿Podemos entender algo que vaya más allá de nuestros instintos y pasiones? ¿Y a nivel social, podemos tratar con alguien que no esté dirigido por estos movimientos básicos de la psique sin crucificarlo? En estos primeros versos, se nos habla del punto en el que la dicha humana alcanza el estado de A...

  I understand Dawn if it is a Goddess's verse Primordial and growing Ethereal living body Arcane presence Intense nymph of the clouds Lover in my awakenings. The first four verses of "Alborada" (Dawn) offered us the foundational "aria" for the lyrical journey of the entire book, a song-path of deep exploration. In this second poem, a simple love song is expressed to the tenderest symbol of the nascent Light, evoking a luminous bridge between the sacred and the profane, between the cosmos and the intimate and vulnerable human heart. This is a poetic gesture that transmutes the everyday dawn into a mystical and personal revelation. From a purely literary perspective, the text articulates its vision through an extended metaphor. Each verse adds a new layer of meaning to the central figure of the dawn, meticulously constructing a personal theophany—a direct manifestation of the divine. The musicality of the piece is achieved through the repetition of ad...

  Entiendo el Alba si es verso de diosa Primigenia y creciente Etéreo cuerpo vivo Arcana presencia Intensa ninfa de las nubes Amante en mis despertares. Los primeros cuatro versos de "Alborada" nos ofrecieron el "aria" fundacional para el viaje lírico de todo el libro, un camino-canción de exploración profunda. En este segundo poema se expresa un sencillo canto amoroso al símbolo más tierno de la Luz naciente, evoca ndo un puente luminoso entre lo sagrado y lo profano, entre el cosmos y el corazón humano, íntimo y vulnerable. Este es un gesto poético que transmuta el amanecer cotidiano en una revelación mística y personal. Desde una perspectiva puramente literaria, el texto articula su visión a través de una metáfora extendida. Cada verso añade una nueva capa de significado a la figura central del alba, construyendo meticulosamente una teofanía personal —una manifestación directa de lo divino. La musicalidad de la pieza se logra a través de la repeti...

  Take only the essential things  If you bring nostalgia, don't carry its sorrow.  The Sun demands the prayer be naked:  Dress in your gala, walk eternities.  The first verse of the poem, "Lleva sólo las cosas esenciales" (Take only the essential things), is not an imperative as we might think from its grammatical category, but a recommendation, a suggestion that invites reflection on human existence for those who are beginning their journey, or for those who are already traveling and feel too much weight on their shoulders. This phrase calls us to the radical simplification of life, and it ignites a fire in our intention: in a world saturated with objects, desires, and superfluous concerns, it asks us to discern between the necessary and the contingent, both in what we naively consider material and in matters of the soul. The "essential things" are principles of Dharma: serenity, generosity, broad-mindedness, innocence, joy, courage, the love of beauty... Life...

  Lleva sólo las cosas esenciales  Si traes nostalgia no cargues con su pena.  El Sol exige desnuda la plegaria:  Viste tus galas, camina eternidades. El primer verso del poema, " Lleva sólo las cosas esenciales ", no es un imperativo como podríamos pensar a partir de su categoría gramatical, sino una recomendación, una sugerencia que invita a reflexionar sobre la existencia humana a quien va a iniciar su viaje, o a quien se encuentra ya viajando y siente demasiado peso sobre sus espaldas. Esta frase nos llama a la simplificación radical de la vida, y enciende un fuego en nuestra intención: en un mundo saturado de objetos, deseos y preocupaciones superfluas, nos pide discernir entre lo necesario y lo contingente, tanto en lo que ingenuamente consideramos material como en las cuestiones del alma. Las "cosas esenciales" son principios de Dharma: la serenidad, la generosidad, la amplitud de miras, la inocencia, la alegría, el valor, el amor por la belleza... La vida ...

  When the child asks us if all the birds that live in Spain are Spanish, he doesn't understand that, although the question is syntactically well formulated, it contains semantic fields that are not coherent with each other, or more precisely, that it contains concepts that do not belong to the same semantic system. Nationality is not an attribute applicable to birds. Many philosophical questions we ask ourselves from the perspective of everyday life (the Lebenswelt), from the vantage point of the world and everyday thinking with which we uncritically construct our concepts, are analogous to the child's question. Since its origins, philosophy has paid great attention to the definition and semantic delimitation of concepts, starting with the concept of "concept." This fussiness, often exacerbating for the non-philosopher, while not eliminating all the problems of thinking, minimizes the most obvious ones. In our philosophical discussion, we have seen discrepancies in t...

  Book: "The Path of Beauty". Chapter One The Meaning of Life When the Soul Speaks, the Self rushes to listen in its lap.   Ila. What, ultimately, is the meaning of Life, Sura? What can and what should I do in relation to my own Existence? Why do so many questions besiege me, robbing me of confidence when I believed I had understood? Years pass, and what yesterday filled me with joy today casts me adrift, a castaway on a lost shore. I search without knowing what I seek, without comprehending what my Soul needs, without even managing to understand it. I feel like a river whose flow has dried, leaving isolated pools and puddles, neither flowing nor completely evaporating under the midday sun; small basins where all manner of elusive creatures and desires thrive, brought to bloom by anxiety, flames of my burning ignorance that later transform into painful questions. Sura. My dear friend, what do your restless questions bring to the perfection of this very instant? Are they ...