The more I try to run away from myself, the more trapped in myself I become
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the day I have the courage to reveal myself will be the day of the simplest writing
the words will bring light to the leaf that appears in the window carried by the wind, without anyone knowing where it came from or noticing where it is going
I'll talk about seeing a child with a book in her hand inventing words that bring more life to the images that speak so much to her
the day I reveal myself
it will be a day of silence
and a day of sounds of the wind ruffling the hair of children, women, trees
-of men too
sounds of birds flying
sounds of a Sunday by the lake
sounds of a car passing slowly and after a while another and another, always leaving some time between them
sounds of the arrival of loved ones
sounds of the beginnings and endsThere is a slightly open door in front of me
There is a light slit where traces of my own shadow pass
I try to see what is on the other side, how is the other side, who is on the other side, but the shadows are all I see
When I look at them long enough, I come across the door
I look at its colors, I feel its texture
I hear and feel the wind coming through the opening
I shiver and feel the contour of my body
I notice the surface where I rest my feet
I touch the doorknob as if it were the only possible movement in this encounter
in composition with the traces - I see myself as a whole person
I feel.
I'm where I've always been, here
and now I can see the other side, where I am now.
I seek recognition when I don't recognize what it is, the powerful pulsating life, the empty space that surrounds and differentiates each thing, the singularities in composition.
I seek recognition when I do not recognize the non-negotiable and inseparable principles of life such as love, freedom, creation.
I seek recognition when I don't recognize my body in constant differentiation and integrated into life.
I seek recognition when I do not accept the simplicity of the state of rest and surrender by recognizing what has always been available.