Mystical Ascent of the Triple Enclosure
From the ancient city, one contemplates Acrocorinth
Everything suggests we go up there.
The fortress seems impregnable
And yet we have to go there.
The first enclosure is the body, easy to cross
And here is the second, that of the soul
We must go from the shadows to the light
To discover the last, that of the Spirit
And behind, the elusive fort!
Approach the door of the Spirit
It is very well defended by the inner enemies of the soul
Then you must reach the fort, the Holy of Holies
From where we can discover the landscapes
Before that, the chapel awaits us
In front of the ruins of our sins.
Inside the sanctuary
One becomes what one contemplates
Through the prayer of the heart
But there remains a bastion to take
Before arriving at the foot of the fort
Who dominates the worlds!
Here we are! You can see the staircase ...
And it is still in prayer and contemplation
That we must reside to penetrate the mystery
Then the enemies are defeated
And prayer continues indefinitely
The descent is much faster
Because everything is within oneself, now
Here we are at the last door
And already down, but not the same.