c o n t e m p l a t e
inspiring the beauty… exhaling the pain … admiring the miracle of all and each existence.
(to Cristina, Maria, Susanna, Manuel and the others … with gratitude)
presencia
traversed
I am afraid of my fear, my anger, my pain. I learned to ignore them, chainedthem in the darkest of darks, and after layers and layers and layers, I put a colored paper, and some ribbon. And now, when sometimes a chain breaks (it happens), if the paper tarnishes or the ribbon falls, my whole being vibrates with fear, anger or pain … and I allow, in serene surrender, these emotions that belong to me (yes, these too) penetrate my being, that being that yearns to be complete.
Presence, senses and mouvement (free)
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