The true inner self,
the true indestructible
and immortal person,
the true 'I' who answers
to a new and secret
name known only to himself
and to God, does
not have anything.
This 'I' is not the kind
of subject that can
amass experience,
reflect on them,
reflect on himself,
for this 'I‘ is not
the superficial and
empirical self
that we know
in our everday life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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