171, SAN JUAN DAMASCENO

171, SAN JUAN DAMASCENO

SAN JUAN DAMASCENO The one that shells the stone In your efforts to hoard the gold So that it does not become cloudy and only see fleeting flow Just like that malleable street that is lavish and alien.

To our nest Vain attempt That city night splendor River murmur everlasting eye And I don't see us. But when I close mine.

And I only have his spark When they are leaving Wherever we touch, everything is boundary Even fervor is alien to passion Stay in the stampede of the love steed. Vanish so that only the happy rumor is heard Of the saints and of God, even your own rivers It is an infinite labyrinth of slip

I will disobey my intimate promptings. That if you dare to say something, it is to obey And if humility is to be detached I will obey the creator and so I will glorify him

Because to the creatures the measure corresponds Because for them everything goes under the saddle

Between your dreams water the rapids of eternal fear And just for bread and to scare off wild beasts he stokes the fire. And all that has been set in what I saw In what i felt I just went From the one who gave us being That always was Open your mouth so that with his wishes Be filled with the holy spirit Sean finally laughed and the wind perennial. To you on foot By raft or floats You will pronounce words not of your thought But fruit of the spirit that makes the blind seers And faithful to you Heart of heart No question or skin Jealous of shields Exegetic heart and amplifying heart of the heart.