Theme: Christmas
poem by Ruth Salles
Every movement of being
expands in waves, like water
a pebble thrown there
that disappears in it and is not even seen.
These waves come from power
of almost divine consciousness
that is born in the little soul
wanting to really be the Self.
Such an almost divine consciousness,
what a humble and regal boy,
born in the cold and hard cave
– our mineral structure –
over a rough and imprecise straw
– our plant organism –
under the breath of donkey and ox
- two-fold soul boost
aspects of Man to emerge:
A stubborn, to resist
and to insist and decide;
and one that lets itself be led
and that, passive, gives in and goes.
By his side are mother and father:
the mother already has inside her
light sap that will nourish you;
the father struggles to get
outside the bread of his future;
lie in mother silence and calm
of millennia that form the soul;
depart from the father rumor and action
in the discovery of reason.
That boy they visited
smiling young shepherds:
is Love, which hears the call,
Asks nothing and then answers.
That boy they visited
also the old, serious wizards
that, from wisdom itself,
extracted the hour and day.
From the shepherds, you will receive
the simple skin of a sheep,
so that you learn to obey
in the glare of that spark
which leads to the straight search,
in which the pale creature
rises in light and splendor.
For whoever learns to be a sheep
of himself will be a shepherd.
From the three magicians finally come to him
the three seeds of the Trinity:
gold, frankincense and myrrh contain
Wisdom, Love, Will.
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