Two poems, translated from the Spanish

Are our lives like the life of a flower – a promise, a hope, a passing beauty?

And what is that promise,
That hope?
How do they find fulfilment –
Their time being ever so short?

And as to beauty, does ours fade away
Like the beauty of the flower?

Fear not, for time is not involved:
The Beauty and Essence of the flower
And of our Soul
Are timeless, infinite.


I know of being and non-being,
know of eternity and time –
that my place is at the center,
though there is no center, no time.

Not placed between heaven and earth,
for earth and heaven are not –
nor East or West,
neither South or North.

Not needing a place for rest,
for my home is everywhere.
Not wanting a place to go,
for the world is all my own.

There is no mixed darkness and light,
for there is nothing but light.

I Know that nothingness is not,
for other than Being all’s naught


About amartingarcia

General surgeon (retired). Studied Western philosophy at U of Toronto. Afterwards interest turned to advaita vedanta and non-duality for past 20 yrs, plus a long interlude in Sufism coinciding with that period. Now contributing in ’Advaita Vision’ with regular posts and discussions.
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