I walked alone, marooned by thoughts, problems of straw clinging to me.
Hands clenched, the greater destination impeded.
I throw myself into the fire of love and see that only the straws are
The shell of stains melts and reveals the untouched self.
What is the sacrifice, if only the useless burns?
And its flames illuminate a straight path to wholeness.
What loss is there?
If my fortune ignites again
And its light breaks the power of ancient shadows enshrined on the altar of a blind mind.
In the mirror of knowledge, only truth is reflected worthily
Only the one who is free of burden has the lightness to see himself.
From my book in Portuguese: Reflexões para uma vida plena