Once again I boarded the train. It was one of those old trains, with fans on the ceiling composing a monotonous duet with their lazy swaying, giving rhythm and tone to people’s routine, their conversations and concerns, their boredom and silences. With luck, I noticed an empty seat and sat by the window, which some previous passenger had opened with the grateful intention of inviting the spring air to keep us company and travel too. A few minutes passed and I remembered some mantras that I had saved on my cell phone and put my headphones on to listen. The world outside ran frame by frame before my eyes, while a strange subtlety seemed to want to rise from the apparent chaos inside the wagon.
The sky was covered with white clouds that seemed nothing special to me at first. It was late afternoon when the third mantra began to play. More relaxed, I felt the soft rapture of the music, while watched the clouds more calmly. A golden glow appeared and intensified in the sky, outlining the clouds and piercing them with gentle rays. There was delicacy. There was beauty. Two clouds discreetly broke their embrace, just allowing the Sun to spy on who was there admiring its creation. Its golden light beautified the scene in such a way that it welcomed and gifted me.
At that moment, the train arrived gently at another station. Looking at people moving from one side to the other, I felt a little beyond time. It seemed as if the world moved in slow motion and everything took on an unusual clarity. The train finally stopped, but the strange sensation remained. There was a noticeable silence to all the sounds. A luminous sensation crept into me, clearing my mind and heart, and I began to feel that there was divinity in each of those people. God was there, in all those faces, without excluding any, without conditioning, without judging. There was love, apparent or not, conscious or not, it didn’t matter, I saw love in those faces. And a thought whispered in my mind: “Diversity… infinite diversity…”
The train began to move again, leaving the station, slowly taking me back to time, while the golden glow faded into the air. Since that day, I rest my gaze and leisurely observe the people on the streets where I walk, and that same feeling continues to emerge in me. God is HERE, in ALL people, connecting with his little golden rays one by one, weaving this endless diversity that pulses fully in his beautiful, invisible and unique Heart.
November, 2019.
Maris. 