To you I can say it.

This poem contains the secret.

And because it's a secret you will not

be able to read it.

The secret is your name; your real name,

your only name.

This name comes alive when you get to

know it. It gives meaning to life.

It dictates to you the meaning of your life.

This name is written on a white stone.

This white stone is in a well

This well is not in your head. It is on

the path with no end.

But you will tell me I've already seen

wells and there I only saw water that I

already drank. And even if a stone was

there how could I have taken it?

By going there. By going down.

By going up. This well is called pain. The

wells that you have encountered so far

contained troubled water or do not

contain a drop. The well of the meeting

of your name exists. It is waiting for

you. If the water it contains is cloudy

and dirty it is because the sky is

agitated, obscured, not allowing to see

the bottom where the white stone lies. So

wait....

Do not despair.
Be patient until the water calms down.

Then you will perceive the bottom of the

well and you will begin to see what IS.

If the well is dry then still be patient,

and wait some more,

and pray some more, until the coming of

the rain that will fill the well to the

edge.

Your well will be filled with a kind of

water such as you have never drunk

before; clear limpid rejuvenating.

So drink drink drink.

You will know that there is nothing more

to drink when you perceive the white

stone at the bottom of the well. You will

know your name.

The water of the well of pain brings

only pain? And I don't want to suffer!

I came to earth to be happy and although

sometimes I believed I had found

happiness it was quickly replaced with

sadness and I did not want to suffer

anymore.

I do not understand. I do not understand

anymore.

Yet I thought I knew. In fact I did not

know that I did not know. I wanted heaven

on earth.
I wanted heaven and earth. I wanted to be

God and the illusion of being. I thought

I could have both. In doing so I was two.

I did not know that being two divided me

and created multiplicity. In multiplicity

I had several truths. with many truths I

was numerous. The search for oneness

leads to solitude; to lose all that one

believes to possess and be.

To lose oneself

And if I get lost then He can find me.

What will be read is information. This

information has already been written in

many ways with an approach peculiar to

the cultures from which it originated

and at the times to which it belonged.

Today the language used allows an

approach to spiritual phenomena more

permeable to the understanding of each,
to the extent that we give back each of
the four dimensions of the human being

their real value in order to

reconstitute the primordial Adam,

so as to find our first reality, our

vocation, our name.

The following is not a story to continue

to sleepwalk but could be the rooster's

first awakening call at the dawn of a

new day.