We wake up with the morning light gently filling the spaces, enlivening the colors, the shadows, the contrasts. In the slow transmutation of forms, we witness certainties disfigured into doubts and questions.
Overwhelmed by the moment, doubt and expectation alternate in us and we eagerly seek answers with our attentive gaze turned to the oncoming stranger — the as-yet-unrecognized new presents itself, while the old slowly fades away.
We rub our eyes in the hope of waking up and perplexed we discover that the new is the old transfigured in the negative of a single and surprising photography tirelessly revealing itself in new nuances, perspectives and luminosities — our own photography.
I now realize that in this alchemy of the mornings, the answers to the questions also come to animate the scene in a beautiful flash of bright sparks, because the state of being that questions brings in itself the clarity of the answers. It is enough to recognize that we are soul, and silently open ourselves to subtleties and entrust ourselves to the light that gently emanates from our hearts. Living the self-revelation of our indelible photography, unique in its complexity, is discovering ourselves in the simple and splendid germination of a tiny seed or in the blossoming of a flower. It is to nestle in our own Spirit, inhaling its unfathomable mystery, to exhale the incomparable aroma of who we truly and intimately are.
July, 2023.
Maris. 