18 Christ Crucified with Saint Dominic

SERMON ON THE MOUNT

The light of the Sermon on the Mount
We have not felt throughout the ages.
Or has humanitys portrait
Been excessively distorted by sins?

With verbal fabric, Jesus
Presented what we will live by.
I fear to turn the other cheek –
And my neighbors are deceitful!

A motley crowd listens,
And understands nothing.
For everyone has their own path,
Otherwise, it simply wouldnt be possible.

Here is a speech about wise unity of all
People in the world.

Not understanding anything,
Smiling children stand there –
They stand with adults.
Christs word caresses them.

Sometimes, a childs perspective
Is the only thing that saves us.

THE STORY OF CHRIST
(a poem in prose)
The story of Jesuss path is woven from the diamonds of the sky. A quiet hut, a mother by the door, Joseph at his workbench, and the sweet-sweet scent of sawdust, a drowsy-warm aroma of childhood... A Roman soldier walks down the street...
Did Jesuss path lead east, to the luminous abyss of ancient, powerful, closed monasteries? Did they imbue the young Jesus with wisdom – all the wisdom accumulated over centuries, so that he could surpass it, penetrate it with his soul, and leave it far behind? The golden threads of the gospel stories offer only a framework, thin-thin, and words – so vast that no human heart was ever able to contain them...
Seashells mixed with sand crunch underfoot, empty pearlescent shells crackle, and someone, seeing the idle hands of muscular fishermen, creates a magical catch, promising further capture of souls...
The tents of gospel parables, welcoming all who wish, but requiring them to be different – easy to transform, becoming something else under the light. But where is that light? We dont see it...
A simple man, Jesus – with a radiant purity of karma – cultivates within himself a macrocrystal of Christ, an enormous, unearthly flower of divinity; in the nectar of divine qualities, human traits dissolve, and angel-thoughts will serve him who has accomplished this feat...
The luminous vault of Christ expands over us for twenty centuries, expanding, shining, the twenty-first – magical, mystical, promising something unknown...