Maybe it sounds strange, like a dissonance breaking a perfect chord.
Maybe it sounds fantastic, like the fleeting caress of a blue butterfly while shopping in a supermarket.
Maybe it sounds insane after all, like a divine revelation, nothing sudden, but the kind that stubbornly insinuates itself here and there, a little naughty, and conquers us until it become irremediably present.
Then, in the randomness of any day, I realize that I am the radiant light of a kiss, in an intentional and loving fusion of two beings. Like two counterpoints in continuous movement, composing and dancing their own musical harmony, I am a Gaian being and a spiritual being intertwined in a creative rapture.
I am that tangible being that rejoices and gets hurt in the flowering rose garden, to discover myself anointed in the aroma of its morning dew.
I am this Gaian being — living history — wandering in its origins, and my footprints are sacred offerings to the sea of memories. I am family, nature, I am Gaia.
But I am also this subtle, spiritual, angelic being, sublime musical silence.
I am the desire, the intention of a spirit in communion instilling a timeless memory.
I am the kiss of two beings, conceiving the beauty and light of a deep love.
How would it be possible to love myself, considering myself to be just a single being, if every being is the very revelation of a love in itself? Wouldn’t loving myself, then, be living the love that I am in my fullest and deepest duality?
In my transcendental being rests my compassion for the immanent and incipient being that I am — an insecure and shaky child faced with the surprises and contrasts of life. Its evolution in this dense dimension would be incredibly slow and boring without the benevolence, stimulation and inspiration of my spiritual being.
On the other hand, when I dive into my density, into forgetting who I truly am, I miss it, I desperately yearn for lightness. I meditate, pray and dream of elevated dimensions and winged beings to cherish, inspire and love me. Nothing soothes and cheers me more than a faint glimpse or gentle touch of their presence — my presence.
The love between these two beings — spiritual and Gaian — is the aroma that anoints, connects, nourishes and expands me. The most intimate desire intertwined them like this ephemeral and simple portal into an existential infinity — me.
Thus, nothing is more precious than love, because in it I affirm who I am in my essence, my sacred origin — my unity.
Nothing matters more than the awareness of my sensitivity, because it is the very love in which I navigate, communicate and exist — my primordial nature.
Humanity in its dissociation has been creating paths throughout its collective history with which it has always longed for reconnection, awakening and remembrance. Valuable paths in that they lead us back to the silence, sincerity and simplicity that sustain the beauty and ethics of our joyful and creative presence.
My sensitivity is the delicate and warm nest that I keep in my heart, where I nestle in an empathetic and fusional — human — unity that undoubtedly reverberates and reflects in all my relationships.
In the nursery of creation, sensitivity is an immortal seed in its perpetual germination. Guardian of the mystery of existence, illuminates portals in me. In its crystalline lap, I surprise myself, stripped, transparent and free. The purity and innocence of my intentions nourish and sustain the experience of this sensitive and intimate intertwining, with its radiant light shining into my consciousness and gently leading me to the realization that I exist, I am human, I am one.
July 08, 2024.
Maris. 