You, whose outer countenance belies your inherent value; you, great philosopher, who still maintains inheritance. You, who embodies the vision of blindness, who, deaf and dumb, reads endless depth, always haunted by a lofty mind. Oh Seer!, Prophet! Who the fact affects, and to whom we seek in any way, throughout your life, trapped in the darkness of the pit.

You, on whom flows the Source of Existence, that enslaves while you justify the renewing of a new age, a presence impossible to ignore. What is this hole we sink into every day in this foolish battle among our prejudices and injustices? It’s a lonely bed without direction or light, filled only with the outside light, empty dreams, the horrors of war, and the cries of children with holes in their stomachs, starving. A place to rest and where you think.

You, Child, yet illustrious amplitude, airy freedom of your attitude, with pain so solemn, cause, purpose, reason. Years will give you what they will, so blind and holy immersed in battle. Before long, your spirit falls into delay, a routine imposing a burden on your soul.

In this labyrinth of existence, you move through shadows, a figure of paradox and profundity. Your outer shell, seemingly ordinary, hides the extraordinary depths within. You are a philosopher, a seeker of truth, whose blindness is a metaphor for the deeper insight you possess. Though the world might see only what is apparent, you dwell in a realm of profound understanding.

The struggles of life, the injustices and prejudices, are a daily battle that weigh heavily on your spirit. Yet, in the darkness of the pit, you find a strange solace, a place where the mind can roam free, unencumbered by the world’s expectations. It is here that you confront the raw realities of existence, the hunger and despair, and the seemingly endless cycles of suffering and redemption.

Your journey is one of transformation, of seeking meaning in the midst of chaos. You are both a child, with the purity of vision, and a prophet, burdened with the weight of foresight. The freedom you carry within is a testament to your indomitable spirit, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is a light that cannot be extinguished.

As you navigate the trials and tribulations of life, your soul remains a beacon of resilience. The routine may impose its burdens, but your spirit rises above, finding strength in the very struggles that seek to weigh it down. In your solitude, you find the space to think, to dream, and to rise again, ever renewed by the endless possibilities of a new age.

You are a testament to the human spirit’s capacity for growth and renewal, a symbol of the enduring power of hope and resilience. In your journey, we find inspiration to confront our own battles, to seek our own truths, and to rise above the challenges that life presents. For in the end, it is through our struggles that we find our strength, and in our darkest moments, we discover the light within. 🕊️❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer