Okupljeni oko ruža udišu njihov miris
i taj miris ulazi u one koji mu se otvore;
I odjednom, oni primjećuju da miriše u njima,
I odjednom shvaćaju da je ruža u njima, da je u njima sam izvor mirisa;
Da je zapravo oduvijek tu bila, samo se projicirala van,
kao u snu, kao poruka o buđenju.
Okupljeni oko fontane gledaju njen zlatni sjaj, osluškuju njen žubor;
i na odlasku primjećuju da u njima ostaje taj zvuk, ta slika,
i počinju shvaćati da je izvor žive vode oduvijek i bio u njima,
protežući se privremeno izvan - dozivajući, dočaravajući stvarnost,
iz smjera u kome su gledali, dok nisu iznutra progledali.
Dok nisu i sami nestali, u stvarnost se pretvorili.
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Reality and its reflection
Gathered around the roses inhale roses’ smell,
and it seems that smell enters into those open for it;
but at once they notice that smells inside,
they realize that the rose is inside, that the very source of the smell is inside;
Always being there, just projecting itself outside,
like in a dream, like a message about awakening.
Gathered around the fountain look its golden shine, enjoy its tranquil sound
and on its leave they notice that the picture and sound are staying inside;
and they realize that the source of living water is inside, always being there -
stretching itself for a while outside – calling, reflecting the reality
until they could return back and saw it inside;
Until they themselves could dissolve in reality without self.
copyright: Eloratea
