The precious treasure....

...Many old monks, exhausted from the exercise were hiding into them the spirit and the life. Externally they were unwashed, wearing old and dirty clothes. But internally they were hiding a precious treasure, the holy grace which they gained with so many battles day and night. The were the foreigners of this world but the same time the were very familiar with th Lord. They ignored the developments of this world, but they knew very well "the street which leads to the endless life". They were suffering and were praying for those who were resting. They were awaken for those who were sleeping. They were crying and were feeling sorry for those who were laughing. They were remote from this world, but they felt as brothers all the people and they were hugging them with their prayer. 


trasnlation by C.