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Religion is just a fragile shield,
That man raises before the overwhelming encounter with God,
A refuge built from holy prayers and ancestral fears.
I feel each wall of faith as an ancient fabric,
Dotted with stars that tell their secret stories,
A fan of intertwined hopes and dreams,
Under the infinite sky of the soul, I navigate among desires and fear.
In the flow of consciousness, my thoughts merge with eternity,
Where time becomes a river flowing through the infinity of my being,
And in each ripple of sacred water, I feel the divine presence,
A light hidden in the shadows of my trembling faith.
Religion, a gate between limited man and divine boundlessness,
Is the closed curtain that hides the cosmic spectacle,
A bridge of sacred words and mystical rituals
That links the earth to the infinite sky of knowledge.
I think of the overwhelming encounter with God,
That moment when all the fallen masks reveal a total presence,
A truth brighter than the sun, that burns,
But religion is the umbrella under which I hide from this fire.
In the shadows of the temple, I hear the noise of the divine step,
Each echo a reminder of my ephemeral becoming,
And I wonder if the words murmured in prayer
Are just an imperfect shield against the enormity of the Absolute.
On the altar of my heart, candles of faith and doubt burn,
A living flame flickering between desire and fear,
And I wonder if religion is just a construction of the soul,
A sanctuary where we hide from the reality of supreme mysteries.
In the flow of consciousness, I lose and find myself,
Navigating on rivers of light and night,
Each wave a metaphor for the human struggle to understand,
Each reflection an echo of the unfathomable encounter.
Religion, with its symbols and rhythms,
Is the haven where I try to reconstruct the divine picture,
A puzzle of light and shadows from which is born
A sacred portrait of man and his God.
And thus, in the flow of my endless thoughts,
In the silent cathedral of the night,
I wonder if we will ever truly embrace the infinite,
Or if we will continue to cling to this fragile shield of religion,
A treasure trove of endless hopes and fears,
A dance of spirits seeking
Through the eternal labyrinth of consciousness,
The overwhelming encounter with God.
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