He is awake. 
The victory is his. 
He has conquered the world. 

How can he lose the way 
Who is beyond the way? 
His eye is open. 
His foot is free. 
Who can follow after him? 

The world cannot reclaim him 
Or lead him astray, 
Nor can the poisoned net of desire hold him. 

He is awake! 
The gods watch over him. 
He is awake 
And finds joy in the stillness of meditation 
And in the sweetness of surrender. 

Hard it is to be born, 
Hard it is to live, 
Harder still to hear of the way, 
And hard to rise, follow and awake. 

Yet the teaching is simple. 
Do what is right. 
Be pure. 
At the end of the way is freedom. 
Till then, patience. 

If you wound or grieve another, 
You have not learned detachment. 

Offend in neither word nor deed. 
Eat with moderation. 
Live in your heart. 
Seek the highest consciousness. 

Master yourself according to the law. 
That is the simple teaching of the awakened. 

The rain could turn to gold 
And still your thirst would not be slaked. 
Desire is unquenchable 
Or it ends in tears, even in heaven. 

He who wishes to awake 
Consumes his desires 

In his fear a man may shelter 
In mountains or in forests,
But how can he hide there from his sorrow? 

He who shelters in the way 
And travels with those who follow it 
Comes to see the four great truths. 

Concerning sorrow, 
The beginning of sorrow, 
The eightfold way, 
And the end of sorrow. 

Then at last he is safe. 
He has shaken off sorrow. 
He is free. 

The awakened are few and hard to find. 
Happy is the house where a man awakes. 

Blessed is his birth. 
Blessed is the teaching of the way. 
Blessed is the understanding of those who follow it, 
And blessed is their determination. 

And blessed are they who revere 
The man who awakes and follows the way. 

They are free from fear. 
They are free. 

They have crossed over the river of sorrow.

Dhammapada - Buddha


Forty-eighth Week (March 2-8)

Within the light that out of world-wide heights
Would stream with power toward the soul,
May certainty of cosmic thinking
Arise to solve the soul's enigmas —
And focusing its mighty rays,
Awaken love in human hearts.


Sí, más verdad,
objeto de mi gana.
Jamás, jamás engaños escogidos.

¿Yo escojo? Yo recojo
la verdad impaciente,
esa verdad que espera a mi palabra.

¿Cumbre? Sí, cumbre
dulcemente continua hasta los valles:
un rugoso relieve entre relieves.
Todo me asombra junto.

Y la verdad
hacia mí se abalanza, me atropella.

Más sol,
venga ese mundo soleado,
superior al deseo
del fuerte,
venga más sol feroz.

¡Más, más verdad!

Más verdad, Jorge Guillén