La historia dentro de la historia

Om... Om... Om Before the world, a word was waiting Before the word, a silence sang A poet closed his eyes at daybreak And every universe began He wrote a river, wrote a mountain Wrote a prince with heavy eyes Wrote a sage whose voice was morning Then stepped inside his own sunrise This is the story within the story The dream that dreams the dreamer awake Listen: the teller becomes the telling The ocean singing itself as wave And you who hear it, you are in it A lamp inside a lamp inside a flame Whoever truly hears this story Will never be the same Om... Om... Om Om Shanti... Shanti... Shanti Every listener becomes the listening Every reader turns the page of themselves Om