Read to yourself

Every book… every line,
Reading books is a training in the ultimate reading, that of the inner book.

All these thousands of hours pacing through books are so many steps in the practice room towards the only journey that counts, that of the inner pilgrim.

Entrails on the table,
Dissecting, lifting, here,
Following the route of the conduits there.

The movements of the soul, in real life, face to face, one by one.
In the silence of the night
the parchments of the atlas of consciousness unfold

Mountains, valleys, deserted, inhabited areas,
Oceans, seabed, improbable creatures,

Different climates depending on the latitudes,
And the pilgrim who sees, feels…

Place your bare feet on the path.

©FJ June 2024
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