La levedad del ser
The heart beats like
the ebb and flow of existence.
Peaks and valleys coexisting, mimicking
the wax and wane of our friend,
the moon.
The moon, who symbolizes hope
and darkness,
inviting the wolves we either
neglect or feed.
In either case,
we're slaves to our shadows
rather than peers.
Her bright light calls us
to open our inner eyes
and prepare to see,
to really see.
Deeper and further and wider
than ever before.
She beckons us to
forgive ourselves, allowing space
for the recognition, acceptance, embrace
of a new identity;
of a new dimension, reality.
Her calls are felt
with the strength of our senses
heightened to states imperceptible
by the naked eye.
The eye that sees
the barrenness of everyday existence,
without even a hint of hope.
Her calls trigger moments
in our cellular memories when
we experienced joy, freedom, bliss.
Moments when flow was a natural state
of our unique rhythms;
movement, a respected form of flow.
Her calls are like the sweet serenade
of late-night jazz on a
hot and breezy summer afternoon.
Salt in the air, the remembered scent of ganja
mixed with amber incense.
Our friend, the moon
dances with us,
challenging the dense viscosity of our spirits
to loosen, lengthen, flow.
Flow is life.
So spirit begins
to melt its way into
the spaces of darkness,
filling every crevice as
the light of the moon illuminates
each cave.
To experience this softness:
La levedad del ser
