Song of the Soul

I am neither ego nor reason, I am neither mind nor thought,

I cannot be heard nor cast into words, nor by smell nor sight ever caught:

In light and wind I am not found, nor yet in earth and sky –

Consciousness and joy incarnate, Bliss of the Blissful am I.


I have no name, I have no life. I breathe no vital air,

No elements have moulded me, no bodily sheath is my lair:

I have no speech, no hands and feet, nor means of evolution –

Consciousness and joy am I, and Bliss in dissolution.


I cast aside hatred and passion, I conquered delusion and greed;

No touch of pride caressed me, so envy never did breed:

Beyond all faiths, past reach of wealth, past freedom, past desire,

Consciousness and joy am I, and Bliss is my attire.


Virtue and vice, or pleasure and pain are not my heritage,

Nor sacred texts, nor offerings, nor prayer, nor pilgrimage:

I am neither food, nor eating, nor yet the eater am I –

Consciousness and joy incarnate, Bliss of the Blissful am I.


I have no misgiving of death, no chasms of race divide me,

No parent ever called me a child, no bond of birth ever tied me:

I am neither disciple nor master, I have no kin, no friend –

Consciousness and joy am I, and merging in Bliss is my end.


Neither knowable, knowledge, nor knower am I, formless is my form,

I dwell within the senses but they are not my home:

Ever serenely balanced, I am neither free not bound –

Consciousness and who am I, and Bliss is where I am found.


2_Salto al Vacio

I took this from “The Illustrated Light on Yoga” .

I never read this before and I don´t know who wrote it but it brought peace to my heart and I thought that, probably, that could happened to everyone reading it.

What do you think?




Going to sleep, I think:
Tomorrow I will heat up the sauna,

Pamper myself,
Walk, swim, wash,

Invite myself to evening tea,
Speak to myself in a friendly and admiring way, praising:
You brave little woman,
I believe in you.



I discovered Eeva Kilpi last week after my trip to Finland.

Finland was not the end, (fin means end in Spanish).  Finland was the beginning.

I went there for four days and everything started to take place inside of me.

Like a puzzle within.

My own rhythm.

Love and patience.

The feeling that reality told me some of her secrets.