I cry for impetus to renunciate
this oxidized armor.
I cry for courage to surrender to
the nudity that shelters.
I cry for the will to accept
the beauty of my barefeet.
I cry for concentration to fix the vision
on the sunrise of the heart.
I cry for calmness to maintain the course
in the storms at high sea.
I cry for detachment to liberate myself
from the treasures that delay the journey.
I cry for the truth to see myself
limited and infinite.
I cry for fire to make each step distinct
and a work of art.
I cry for love to fuse myself to That
the origin of the brightness of the sun.
I cry for purity to awaken the child
and play in the garden of the world.
I cry for silence to listen to the song
from the beginning of Life.