Aquiles Por Su Talon Es Aquiles

One is... what one is
What one has always been
One feels... what one feels
In the center of the silent center
Whether it makes sense or not

And rarely is one... just as one wants to be
One cries what one cries
One doesn't choose who to fall in love with
Nor chooses what things hurt one

And in the most subtle of subtle bodies
Far from the wheel of causes and effects
One has the heart that one brings by default
Just as Achilles is Achilles by his heel

The thirst... that thirst
That water cannot cure
The burden of a premonition
That releases us to the four winds
With the command to search in the dark

And in the most subtle of subtle bodies
Far from the wheel of causes and effects
One has the heart that one brings by default
Just as Achilles is Achilles by his heel

One is... what one is...