Além Do Véu De Maya

Rio de Janeiro in winter
The breeze is cold but the cold is tender
I follow the shore along Barra
The afternoon progresses but it's still clear
This sensation of walking aimlessly is not strange to me
To move without direction, alone, with myself
Not caring about going or coming back
Without needing to reach a place
Walking, walking, until tired

No matter what happens
I'm not in a hurry
Although it may not seem like it, life doesn't stop
I know, after this, it continues or just starts over

I feel the Sun
I feel its mild warmth
I walk alone
Alone, I walk, with myself

I know you think of me and remember me
But I'm not as you see
As you think I might be

You see my body and think it's me
It's not me, it's not mine
It's just a gift given on loan
God gave it to me for a brief season
It's just a garment, a dense packaging
That doesn't belong to me
In fact, nothing belongs to me in this world
Everything is transitory, everything is illusory
Even if it's thought that what is seen is pure reality
In truth, what is being seen
Is nothing more than a lapse
Distorted from eternity

The Sun fades away
The night falls so subtly
As the Sun sets
I feel the earth rotating almost imperceptibly
So we go
Following such different paths
Unequal paths
More and more distant, continuously
More and more distant, definitively

The city is a shapeless body
That spreads huge over the earthly crust
An intriguing scene it awakens and sleeps
And leaves some spasms
Or else consumes itself in all its stagnation
A bustling world, millions of inhabitants
All so immersed in their universes
Bound by the chains of not knowing
The limitations of every living being in this dimension

Souls trapped in bodies
Under a thick veil of illusion
Until these are dead
They will then leave this condition
And see that the body is just casual
Genetic composition, carnal constitution
I could be born Indian, Chinese, African, live many years

To then die and be born again
As German or American
Why so much animosity then
If the soul has no nationality
Soul has no color, soul has no gender
This talk of soulmates makes no sense

I see the sky
Behind the veil of illusion
A sweet home
Beyond the sea of vastness