Perhaps there was a presentiment in the air in that silence of the morning chatter of small birds and the ticking of the alarm clock, like the solemn stillness filling a brief gesture of welcome.
The sensation of the magical touch of an invisible messenger, coming from beyond imagination, foreshadowed the delivery of a message and a gift. A simple word, “unfold“, and the visualization of the image of a gift unwrapping itself were enough for me to feel transported to a new reality, where life happens in incessant unfoldings or revelations, moment by moment, layer after layer.
And there was a wonder in it all that gave me memories of a flowery meadow, a beautiful bed of dahlias and the colorful lights of fireworks in a night sky, displaying themselves in synchronous reflection of the radiance of the Sun or the joyful expectation of a look.
Life now presented itself as a multiple flowering of lights, colors and shapes, unique in their expressions, harmonious in their diversity, composing a movement that, far from being random, was evolutionary and musical.
It all happened in a brief moment and then, without warning, I was brought back to my humanity. I heard the birds, the clock and the hurried footsteps of the workers in the routine of their journey again, and I felt the density infiltrating all the forms around me. Since that morning, I have carried in my heart the awareness that I chose to live the experience of time in its linearity, but I also know that each moment retains within itself the magical connection with the present in its double meaning, in which I myself am this gift of beyond time to reveal itself in its luminescence and temporality. Now, I keep a smile at this vision that dares to welcome time in its density and subtlety, because I discover in it, resting serenely, the Intelligence governing its creation in its eternal flourishing.
September, 2023.
Maris. 